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. His sweat was real. He'd actually shut the shields down and there was nothing more vulnerable in space than a Schiavona with no shields.
Rowan had warned them that the Naval facility wouldn't dare countermand the orders given under Operation Macbeth. Xris's contention was that the commander of one insignificant NOROF post--which, since it was unarmed, couldn't possibly be considered a threat to anyone--would be likely to make an exception in the case of a dire emergency. He waited tensely to see which of them had been right.
As usual--it was Rowan.
The ensign's face hardened; so did her voice.
"Navy Four Four Lima Three. I repeat: Do not dock! We are on red-alert status. We cannot allow you to dock. We can activate a tractor beam, hold you in place for the duration--"
"Cut communication," Xris ordered.
The screen went dark. Xris hoped NOROF would figure they were having power problems as well. "Back off. The last thing we need is a blasted tractor beam grabbing hold of us! What'd the sensor scan pick up? Anything we can use?"
"Hang on a minute."
While Harry was studying the scan, Xris stared out the viewscreen at NOROF--which looked exactly like a large and shining metal ball covered with spikes. Each spike was, in actuality, a docking arm. Ships arriving at the facility would maneuver to connect to the end of one of the arms. Once attached, the arm would lower the vessel to the main body of the station, if major overhaul or rebuild was required
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