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. Rowan had two choices. He go could on--not being certain where to land or what to do after he landed. Or he could return to Vigilance. From there, he could obtain the correct frequencies and check the cipher codes, get in touch with Xris.
And, hopefully, find the bastard who'd done this. He headed back to the ship--as fast as the shuttle would fly.
Vigilance came into view, silhouetted against TISor's sun. Lights were on, everything looked normal.
"Shuttlecraft to Vigilance. Come in, Vigilance."
No response from the bridge.
Why wasn't he surprised? His heart rate had slowed; now it was sinking.
The shuttle bay was open, but no friendly tractor beams reached out to guide him inside.
He nudged the shuttle forward slowly, crept into the shuttle bay.
The other shuttle was gone.
Rowan landed the craft on the deck. The chief was not at her post in the control room. None of the crew was around, at least that Rowan could see from the cockpit. No one to shut the shuttle bay doors. He snuggled into his vacuum suit.
Rowan exited the shuttle and moved to the airlock, a 38-decawatt lasgun in his hand. Entering the airlock, which separated the shuttle bay from the main portion of the ship, he hit the button to cycle the atmosphere.
Nothing. A red warning light flashed insistently. No air on the other side of the airlock.
Rowan pulled the override handle and opened the door leading to the ship's internal compartments
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