Something long and sinuous eclipsed the searing sunlight. Lifeless and limp, the krakun captain of his vessel spiraled nearby. His commander. His better. His god.He failed. Failure. Unworthy.He'd run. The breeching pod had come through the wall, and he'd run. The laser at his hip had never even cleared the holster. He'd seen the look of disgust on his commander's face as he'd gone past in the opposite direction. Coward. Puppy. Worthless. Then something hit the hull, and whipp...