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. Now space traffic in the area was crowded, congested. One long-range Schiavona with official Naval markings went unnoticed.
The tenth planet, Zen Rengazi, was the most distant from the sun and, consequently, the least populated. Primarily a mining planet, it was also home to a large penal institution--a fact Janill noted with grim irony--and its most important feature, as far as the team was concerned, was a NOROF, or Navy Orbital Rebuild and Overhaul Facility.
Harry set the Schiavona's course for that destination.
"Not quite the shopping trip I had in mind," Raoul remarked, sniffing.
Xris gave the Adonian a soothing pat in passing, entered the cockpit. "Malfunctions working?" he asked with a wry grin. Harry gazed intently at the instrument panel; he'd shut down the computer's shocked warnings and frantic squawks of alarm.
"Year." Harry wiped sweat from his face. "We now have no shields. Of any sort." He gazed out at the enormous orbital platform--shining like a metal moon---emerging from the far side of the planet. "I hope to hell you're right about them not having any guns."
Xris smiled, gave Harry a soothing pat. "Relax. That'd be like arming your neighborhood garage."
"Where I grew up, the mechanics carried more'n grease in their guns," Harry muttered, gloomily watching an array of angry red lights begin to flash on the console. "Should I transmit the distress signal now?"
Xris looked around
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