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. Oh, and go back on the comm. Whine a little."
Harry whined. The NOROF ensign was overly patient, as if dealing with a child having a temper tantrum. The Schiavona glided, apparently aimlessly, around to the far side of NOROF where they worked on the larger vessels.
And there were the two drop ships. One was obviously in dry dock. It had been lowered to the main portion of the facility. Covered with scaffolding, the drop ship looked like a bug caught in a steel web. But the other ...
Harry, whining and sulking, once again ended communications.
"That's our ship," he announced. "The LST-209--there, on the docking arms. Sensors indicate the engines are still operational. It doesn't look like they've started any major work. My guess is that the ship's being prepped for overhaul."
"Bring it up on visual," Xris ordered.
Harry brought it up, adding magnification. The drop ship filled the screen.
"It sure is a weird-looking son of a bitch. Sort of like a grasshopper holding on to a pie plate. I've seen 'em before but I've never flown on one. You, Xris?"
Xris shook his head. "The major has, though. This was his idea. Jamil! Come take a look at this!"
Jamil came clattering down the stairs, stood behind the pilot's chair. "I served on several when I was in Special Forces. The drop ship's actually two separate units. That part you call the grasshopper"--he pointed--"is the command module
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