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. "Doc, can you give him something to calm him down?"
"What do you suggest?" Quong demanded coldly. "A golden-beaded handbag or a string of pearls? I have both in my medical kit."
"Ah. Right. I forgot." Xris started to take out a twist, noticed his own hand was far from steady. He went to check on Rowan.
She was up and out of her chair, tottering but walking. She was headed, naturally, for the computer. She gave Xris a wan smile. "Now you know why I joined the Navy," she said faintly. Quong came to assist her. He sat beside her at his own console, and they began to coordinate their search for the telltale negative wave signature.
Xris glanced at the chronometer. They had arrived earlier than planned, earlier than the appointed time--according to the knights' own countdown. But their unexpected and dramatic appearance might jolt the knights into action. Certainly Xris hoped it had jolted the Royal Guard.
"Jamil, fire up the PVC Devastator. Hopefully we won't need to use it. We can just blast the negative wave device to hell and back with the launch module's lascannon. Tycho, go up in the turret, check the cannon out. Make sure it wasn't damaged in the landing."
Tycho groaned, nodded, and--hanging on to the railing for support---dragged himself up to the gun emplacement located on top.
"Harry, anything on the screens? What's going on out there? And where did we land anyway?"
Xris had originally cursed the fact that the drop ship had no windows, only outside cams and vidscreens
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