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Sun Tzu, The Art of War
"Unknown spaceplane, this is Canis Major Research I. You are in violation of intergalactic safety regulation number 2158-B3, which requires a five-kilometer exclusion zone between--"
Harry cut in. "We're going to be in violation of a helluva lot more safety regulations unless you shut down your engines now and prepare for boarding."
Momentary silence, then a human voice replaced the digitized one. "This is the captain speaking. You are in flagrant violation of intergalactic law. Our vessel has no weapons."
"We do," Harry returned. "You can either shut down your engines now or we'll shut 'em down for you."
More silence. Then, "Due to modulation frequency wave interference, your last message did not come through--"
"Fire on them," ordered Xris from his place in the copilot's seat. "Don't hit anything vital. Just show them we mean business."
"You hear that, Tycho?" Harry asked over the eonmL
The alien was ensconced in the Schiavona's gun turret, located in a bubble above the cockpit.
Tycho's answer was a well-aimed precision blast from the lascannon that took out a condenser coil on the ship's stem.
"You've lost the air-conditioning," Harry said cheerfully. "The next shot, you lose the air."
"It's this way, Canis Major," Xris addexi, "you have no weapons. We do. You have no shields. We do. You're holding a friend of ours hostage on board your vessel
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