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. Xris watched. He'd seen Rowan perform that stretching maneuver a hundred times. Maybe a thousand. But it was like watching an actor portraying his friend. Darlene Mohini as Dalin Rowan. Or Dalin Rowan as Darlene. Xris missed his friend, he realized suddenly. Missed him very much.
"I think I got to the 'tick' before it transmitted our destination," Rowan continued. "But we won't know until we get there." She started to say something else, was interrupted by a yawn. "Sorry. It's been a long day."
A couple of lifetimes, Xris said to himself. He looked questioningly at Harry.
The big man shrugged helplessly. "Beats me, Xris. I tried to follow what she was doing, but she lost me on the second command."
"Coming out of hyperspace in thirty minutes," reported a subdued and slightly altered XP-28.
"I guess we'll see what happens when we get there," Xris said through the twist clenched in his teeth. "We can always make the jump again if we need to." "Oh, please! No!" Tycho groaned.
"I'm to the point where I'd almost rather be shot," Jamil muttered.
Glumly, they strapped themselves in and waited.
The cargo plane came out of hyperspace and into black, starlit loneliness. No carriers, no destroyers; not another spaceplane within instrument range.
"Take us home," said Xris.
Home was a spacious lodge located in the mountains of Sol-garth, ruled over by the gigantic and jovial humall known as Bear Olefsky
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