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Chapter Fifteen -Intruder Alert



Claw moved warily down the dim corridor, Protec blaster in hand. When Copper had decided that she didn't really need two companions, he had been startled when she'd told him that he could also leave to find those controls Alpha had found. Meanwhile, she and Alpha were going to take as many weapons back to the Assassin as they could.

So far, he'd met only one Shellion. The officer hadn't even known what had hit him. His eyes flicked to his small wrist computer, where the map of the Conquerer was glowing. He was almost there. . .



Omega glanced up at the large black warship as Phoebe and the medics moved Zanzibar into the Assassin. Distantly he wondered if he could make it to the Jendara 245 before the explosion; he'd gotten kind of attatched to the sleek fighter.

"Phoebe? I'll be back soon, just carry on." The squirrel nodded, pushing her long light purple bangs out of her eyes.

"Where're you going?" Omega gave only the slightest hint of a smile.

"To get the 245." He knew she'd wonder about that, but he didn't really think he had time to explain what the "245" was, or why he'd grown to like the speedy, heavily armed ship that bore the name. He quickly made the change to the Commander, and pulled out his blaster. THAT should warn off any errant troopers. He headed swiftly for the hangars.



Devan had somehow managed to sneak back aboard the Star Destroyer, hoping to at least steal a ship or weapons before leaving -permanently.

"I'm sick o' bein' bossed around an' yelled at," he muttered. "I'm leavin' this junk heap for good. Kroys an' his blasted Empire can go to the black holes for all I care." As he stumped down the dimly lit halls, he tried to remember where that ship he'd seen earlier was. I'm sure it was over here. . .



Copper yanked the last blast rifle out of the barrel and handed it to Alpha.

"I think that's all," she said. Alpha nodded, breathing heavily.

"I think so. Too bad we can't take them all, eh?" Copper laughed quietly.

"Alpha, if we took all of these we'd need a freighter to carry it all. We could equip an army!" Alpha laughed too. Then she grabbed her armload and headed for the corridor.

"I hope Claw reaches that control room," she panted. Copper nodded.

"Yes, hecould get seriously lost in this ship, couldn't he? We're lucky he's got that map. Come on, you're lagging!"



Something isn't right about these controls, Claw decided. He didn't know what, but they were somehow different from the controls of the Deep Spacer. Maybe it's because they're not real, he thought wryly as he realized that the buttons were nothing but hunks of plastic, the switches were inoperable and the read-outs never changed. Great. So where's the REAL control room? he questioned himself with growing dread. He didn't realize that he'd spoken aloud as he suddenly realized where.

"With Kroys."



I think that's all I can write for now.