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. Dragging a body from the chair, he sat down at the comm workstation and pulled up the automatic communications log.
There it was. Thank God! All the comm parameters had been stored in the ship's log.
"Computer, restore the last communications parameters set by the mission controller, and set up transmitter two to use these same parameters."
Rowan couldn't shut down the controller's computer, but he could talk on the same frequency, using the day's codes.
"All Deltas! Joker's Wild! For God's sake, get out of there! Joker's Wild! Joker's Wild!"
He waited to hear Xris's voice, demanding angrily to know what the hell was going on.
Silence. The silence was sickening.
"Maybe they didn't hear," he said to himself, and sent the message two more times. He was going to send it a fourth when he forced himself to stop.
There was nothing more that he could do. He sat in the chair, glaring at the orange gas giant floating serenely in space--in bitter frustration. They'd been betrayed, and there was no question in Rowan's mind who was responsible. The frustration and his fear for Xris and Ito gnawed at him. He had to do something. He activated the ship's emergency distress signal, which would beam out into space, requesting help from the nearest vessel. Then Rowan returned to the rear of the ship.
Before entering the shuttle bay, he stopped at the weapons storage locker, picked up a plasma rifle with scope, and a box of thurmaplasma grenades
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