The Friktik were having an asteroid scare. They’d been moving a rock — nine kilometers of nickel-iron — in-system to mine it for ore, and lost control; it was headed straight for the planet. We watched the whole thing on the liner’s viewscreens.
Polixaci script started scrolling across the screen: the liner is going to move in, take out the rock. Take out the rock, I thought, from a passenger liner? How?
Something bright, a spear of light with arcs of lightning coming off it, reached out and touches the asteroid. Suddenly all we could see was an expanding cloud of dust.