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. "And I can't afford to take chances! That's why I ordered them shot down."
Tusk turned away, walked over to the window. The view of the Glitter Palace--residence of Their Majesties, King Dion Starfire and his Queen, Astarte--was magnificent. The palace's crystal walls were streaked with the reds and purples and oranges of a spectacular sunset. Tusk didn't see it; any of it.
Once again, he was back in the Corasian galaxy, was lying wounded, helpless on the ground beneath his shot-up spaceplane. Corasians had him surrounded: lasfire streaked around him. And then Xris appeared, coming out of the smoke. Using his extraordinary strength, the cyborg lifted the injured pilot in his arms.
We've got a better chance inside the plane than out, Xris told him.
You, maybe. Tusk vaguely remembered arguing. Not me. Go on. Leave me.
He saw the cyborg's grim smile, the brooding, scarred face. He felt the strong arms, comforting, protecting ...
A firm hand rested on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, son," Dixter said quietly. "I know he was your friend."
"Damn it all, sir," Tusk said, blinking back tears, his voice choked. "I just don't believe it! Not Xris!"
"Good men have gone bad before now, Tusk," Dixter said, his voice softened. "Every man has his price, they say. Every man ... and every woman." The comm buzzed. Both men jumped, turned. "Rear Admiral Lopez, my lord," Bennett reported
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