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. My guess is that he gets everything filtered through Raoul. If I knew more about Tongans, maybe I could suggest something. But I don't. I doubt if any human does."
"Then we have to find Raoul. At least the Little One ought to be able to tell us something about what happened to his buddy. Maybe he could answer yes-or-no questions. You know--one blink of the eye for yes, two for no."
"I'll give it a try," Quong promised, but he didn't sound hopeful. Shaking his head, he went to examine his small patient.
Xris clenched his fist, his good fist. Damn it! Trust the Loti to get himself snatched right when he might be useful!
Harry was warning everyone to strap themselves in.
"Coming out of hyperspace in one minute. Counting down. Fifty-nine. Fifty-eight..." The computer chanted the time.
Coming out of the jump was not nearly so traumatic as going into it. Everything seemed to slow, to move in slow motion, but Xris had read that this was a psychological reaction to the process. Of course, the ship was essentially slowing down, but the human mind was not capable of comprehending the change. The main difference one noticed was that one minute there was nothing visible and the next minute, the viewscreen' was filled with stars. Stars and ...
"Holy shit!" Harry gasped, swore.
A Naval battle cruiser, sleek and huge and powerful, came into view. Compared to the immense cruiser, the Olicien Pest Control plane was as small and helpless as the black beetle painted on its bright yellow hull
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