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Doc's face floated above Xris. He heard the word, "Malfunction--"
Then it seemed that the empty, silent, and immensely comforting black blanket of hyperspace wrapped around him, tucked him in for the night.
CHAPTER 18
Incoming fire has the right of way.
Murphy's Military Laws
The adjutant strode rapidly into the Lord Admiral's chambers, banging the heavy ornate door and causing the eyebrows of the admiral's aide---one Sergeant-Major Bennett--to lift in disapproval.
"Where's Dixter?" the adjutant demanded unceremoniously.
"Good morning, sir," Bennett said with a withering stare. "If you are referring to Sir John Dixter, he,---" "Never mind, I spotted him. Thanks."
The adjutant sprinted across the large office, knocking askew several antique pieces of furniture. This offense brought a shocked Bennett to his feet.
"Really, Commander Tusca!" Bennett entered the race, moving to intercept the adjutant before the adjutant could intercept the Lord Admiral.
"General Dixter! I mean, my lord! Sorry, sir, I forgot there for a moment."
The adjutant--a well-built human male, small-framed, with black skin and tightly curled black hair--brought himself up sharply in front of the Lord Admiral.
"What is it, Tusk?" Dixter smiled. He didn't mind being reminded of the old days--the days when he'd been a leader of a band of mercenaries
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