He needed the pilot's biometric data mostly intact which meant he couldn't just turn the ship into a flaming crater.
Sebastian focused his mind and tapped into the concept of mass he had compiled from the dead Juncture Scavenger. He targeted his own physical parameters.
"Mass to zero," he whispered.
Instantly the heavy grounding pull of his own weight vanished. He felt lighter than a single atom.
He bent his knees and coiled his physical muscles tight before pushing off the railing.
BOOM!
Because he effectively weighed absolutely nothing the kinetic force of his Demigod-tier leg muscles launched him off the skiff like a railgun slug.
He sailed through the dark vacuum of the Juncture as a black blur rocketing directly toward the oncoming silver interceptor.
Inside the cockpit of the scout ship Trent the Level 42 Gunner was casually sipping an energy drink. He was expecting a routine shakedown of some dumb smugglers who had let their cloaking drive fail.
