He needs only to damage us, Vor said, assessing the situation coolly. If he manages to knock our engines offline for even a few minutes, we'll be unable to escape this hyperbolic orbit. Agamemnon can then drop back and watch us plunge slowly into Jupiter's atmosphere and burn up. He'd enjoy that.
 
Serena clenched the arms of her seat. As if the answer was obvious, she said to Vor, Then don't let him damage our engines.
 
While the cymek general continued to fire harassing shots at them, Vor ran through a new set of calculations. Using the Dream Voyager's workhorse computer subsystems, he quickly reprogrammed the navigational plotters. The update ship roared ahead, an ungraceful projectile that accelerated even as it grazed Jupiter's tenuous atmosphere, a hostage to orbital mechanics. “Close the port, Stil.