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. Once they've started to cycle, the control tower can't prevent the blast doors from rising. That's a safety feature."
"Okay, so we can fly out of here. What about that damn tractor beam?"
"I've rerouted all power from the tractor beam to the food processing panels and recycling plants. It'll take them awhile to figure that one out."
"All right," Harry said slowly, assimilating the information, "so we fly out and away from the tractor beam. Then the Navy locks us on target with the big guns and shoots us down."
Rowan shook her head. "The lascannons are all being aimed at the Corasian invasion fleet."
Harry gasped. "What? A Corasian invasion--"
"Never mind!" Xris snapped. "Just get us out of here!"
"You're going to fly into a Corasian invasion fleet? Xris, that's sui--"
"It's not real!" Xris shouted.
"He's right," Rowan said soothingly. "It's not real. I'll explain later. You can take off safely now."
But Harry was not to be rushed. "What about patrol planes? We"---he tapped the cargo plane's console--"have no shields, no guns."
"There'll be a few patrol planes out there," Rowan admitted. "Not much I could do about those. But most of the squadron pilots have discovered that their docking bay doors won't open. I activated a maintenance program that--"
"Skip it." Xris knew from experience how long some of Rowan's explanations could last
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