Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 They’ll Find Us

Chapter 210 They’ll Find Us

56%

+30 Free Coins

Primo surfaced in her head right on cue. “Host, while you’ve been gone, Timothy jacked the bounty up to a billion credits. The entire black market’s in a frenzy. He’s probably slamming his Holo-bracelet down in frustration right about now,”

Margaret said nothing.

“Baar’s an even bigger problem.” Tyrone leaned against the workbench, a note of schadenfreude in his voice. “You know his temper. His first assumption would’ve been that the Empire did this. The First Fleet’s main cannons are probably charged and waiting for one excuse to flatten the Imperial starport.“

Primo chimed in again, “Baar’s fleet has already crossed the border buffer zone. Complete radio silence. Host, this is the real thing!”

Margaret pulled out a flavorless energy bar and bit into it. It wasn’t Baar opening fire that worried her. It was Lesley.

The moment word reached Prime Planet that she’d been attacked and had gone missing, Lesley might waver. She might try to pull the regency back, or worse, wash her hands of the whole thing and pin the attack on someone else.

“By now, Cheiron should have reached Prime Planet.” Margaret chewed slowly, mapping out the situation as she spoke, “He’s taken over the medical team. Lesley’s life is in his hands. He’s smart-he knows how to keep the old bastards in the Cabinet in line.”

Cheiron just had to sit in his office at Central Hospital, and he could turn the Empire’s power structure inside out. He knew what she wanted. He’d hold the situation on Prime Planet steady. Timothy would apply economic pressure. Baar would keep his fleet on the border. With the three of them squeezing from different angles, the Empire wouldn’t dare make a move.

The only variable was when she-the lynchpin-would resurface.

“All of that depends on us getting out of this hellhole first,” Tyrone sighed and gestured at the pile of parts on the table. “The magnetic interference here is too strong. Standard signals won’t get through. I pulled the jump engine from the wreck and I’m retrofitting it into a directional pulse transmitter.”

“Who can you reach?” Margaret asked,

“It’s a gamble.” He walked over and dropped down beside her, plucking the half-eaten energy bar from her fingers and taking a bite. “Pulse signals have strong penetration, but the range is limited. We need a passing starship, or we need to bounce the signal off the nearest relay station.”

Margaret didn’t fight him for the rest of the energy bar. She just shot him a look. Over the past few days. she’d more or less let her guard down around the two brothers. After everything they’d been through on the edge of survival, those old walls felt unnecessary,

Quentin pulled his shirt back on and walked over with a cup of water, handing it to Margaret. He settled in on her other side, his gaze dropping to the energy bar in Tyrone’s hand-and hardening sharply. Tyrone ignored him completely, chewing loudly in defiance.

Crammed together in that narrow space, the scent of engine oil mingled with the warmth of their bodies.

|||

1/2

1317 Mon, 6 Jul C.

Chapter 210 They’ll Find Us

430 Free Cont

“The storm’s died down outside? Quentin cut through the silent standoff. “We can mount the antenna

now”

Tyrone swallowed his food and rose, stretching. “Alright. Let’s get to work.”

The three of them hauled the cobbled-together transmitter out of the underground depot and climbed to the surface.

The desert stretched before them, littered with wind-carved rock. The sky was a strange, blood-red hue- no starlight, just dim, barren desolation.

Quentin hoisted the heavy metal antenna onto his shoulder and leaped onto the tallest boulder with practiced ease. He found the angle and drove the base deep into a crevice until it held. Below, Tyrone adjusted the frequency, connecting the power lines.

Margaret stood facing the wind, watching them work. This-fighting side by side-was new to her. She didn’t hate it.

“Done.” Quentin dropped down from the rock and dusted off his hands.

Tyrone hit the activation switch. The transmitter hummed low, blue indicator lights flickering to life as it began broadcasting pulses into deep space,

“Signal’s out.” Tyrone stared at the bio-terminal screen. “Now we wait. The moment a starship picks it up. Timothy’s bounty network will lock onto the coordinates.”

The wind picked up again, sand rattling against their face shields. Margaret looked up at the blood-red sky.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify