“There’s a command…” Photuris said, her voice quiet and a little nervous. Her ears flattened to her head. “One that few changelings know. But I learned it. Once you give it to… a swarm… it’s like a kill-switch for a starship. They’ll go into every critical system on that ship and eat it. Use their own bodies to short circuit plasma conduits, cram themselves in the life support ducts… every gruesome thing you can picture and probably loads worse. All I have to do is tell it to the first drone we meet, and… the whole thing implodes.”