The Jupiter Pirates Hunt for the Hydra

In space, there are no second chances. “Do you want the helm, Captain?” Tycho forced himself to ask, trying not to make it obvious how badly he wanted her to say no. His mother said nothing. She took five steps forward and sat in the captain’s chair, behind the console closest to the bow. She snapped her fingers, and her instruments came to life. “Captain on deck,” Vesuvia announced, and Tycho waited to be relieved of command. But his mother surprised him. “Your starship, Tycho,” Diocletia said. “Let’s see if you’ve been paying attention.”