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brain of the Hendri males.
"Exactly. Genetically engineered. We have the technology to do it, but from what I've seen, the Hendri don't." Debi smiled again. "These people don't even have tri-v."
"Have you advised the ship about this information?" Star had a bad feeling.
"No, I tried to send my data uplink just before I came over here, but there was too much interference."
Spence tapped his communicator. " Daedalus , this is Major Spencer." A soft hissing came from the receiver. " Daedalus , this is the landing party, acknowledge." Again only quiet noise.
Spence tried calling each of the other landing party members, but no reply came. He grabbed his armor as he ran to the bedroom. "You two stay here. No one leaves and no one comes in who isn't human."
He stepped from the bedroom as he fastened the last of the straps. Star touched his arm. "What's going on?"
He smiled, but she could tell he forced it. "I don't know. Probably nothing, just the energy field, but I'm going to find the others and bring them all here. Then we'll get to the landing craft and get out of here." He took her shoulders in his hands as he stared into her eyes. "No arguments, OK?"
"None from me." She didn't like the fear she felt welling up inside of her, but Spence's presence and calm command made her feel better.
"That's good." His smile looked a little less faked. "I'll be back soon." He kissed her deeply before turning and trotting out the door and down the hall.
Debi nodded her head. "Oh. Now I understand."
* * * *
Spence tried to get a handle on things as he ran the corridors of the capital building on his way to find the others. He tried their rooms, and found them all empty. He hoped they were in the dining room.
He tried his communicator as he jogged, but no one answered, not from the landing party or the ship. The sensors in his helmet gave him no alarming information from his surroundings, but that offered little consolation. Every instinct in him, built and sharpened by 130 years of combat experience, screamed that things were coming apart at the seams and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He nearly kicked the door of the dining room from its hinges as he burst in, and four armed Marines dropped into defensive postures.
Sergeant Kyle pointed his weapon at the ceiling. "Major! What are you doing?"
"Is everyone accounted for?"
"Yes, Sir. Everyone is here other than you, Lieutenant Hawking, and Ensign Harvey."
"They're back at my suite." Spence thought for a moment. "We can't contact the ship or each other, and I don't know why. Let's get everyone back to my suite, and we'll go from there."
Kyle nodded. "Aye, aye." He turned to the other Marines. "Saddle up, people. We move out now." The other Marines herded the small group of diplomats and scientists toward the door.
Spence considered. "Sergeant, I want all targets verified, but go hot. The use of deadly force is authorized." He swallowed. "Authorization code delta-five-niner-bravo."
"Understood, Major." He turned to the others. "Lock and load, you grunts! Verify all targets, but kill 'em if you have to!"
"Oohrah!"
The small group moved into the halls, heading for Spence's suite, the Marines watching in all directions at once.
Moving slowly through the corridors, they were almost halfway there when Corporal Douglas came up beside Spence. "Sir, I can't get the ship, but I have the communicators working for us here on the surface."
"Good work. What's the problem?"
"There's a jamming field. I can't tell from where, though."
Spence nodded, and he wasn't at all surprised.
The team rounded the corner and Spence saw the door to his suite was ajar. Using hand signals, he flagged the Marines, and they instantly flattened against the walls, all eyes on the cracked door. The sergeant signaled two of the privates, and they edged down the hall, one moving in darting steps as the other covered him. When they reached the door, they took up positions on either side,
"Exactly. Genetically engineered. We have the technology to do it, but from what I've seen, the Hendri don't." Debi smiled again. "These people don't even have tri-v."
"Have you advised the ship about this information?" Star had a bad feeling.
"No, I tried to send my data uplink just before I came over here, but there was too much interference."
Spence tapped his communicator. " Daedalus , this is Major Spencer." A soft hissing came from the receiver. " Daedalus , this is the landing party, acknowledge." Again only quiet noise.
Spence tried calling each of the other landing party members, but no reply came. He grabbed his armor as he ran to the bedroom. "You two stay here. No one leaves and no one comes in who isn't human."
He stepped from the bedroom as he fastened the last of the straps. Star touched his arm. "What's going on?"
He smiled, but she could tell he forced it. "I don't know. Probably nothing, just the energy field, but I'm going to find the others and bring them all here. Then we'll get to the landing craft and get out of here." He took her shoulders in his hands as he stared into her eyes. "No arguments, OK?"
"None from me." She didn't like the fear she felt welling up inside of her, but Spence's presence and calm command made her feel better.
"That's good." His smile looked a little less faked. "I'll be back soon." He kissed her deeply before turning and trotting out the door and down the hall.
Debi nodded her head. "Oh. Now I understand."
* * * *
Spence tried to get a handle on things as he ran the corridors of the capital building on his way to find the others. He tried their rooms, and found them all empty. He hoped they were in the dining room.
He tried his communicator as he jogged, but no one answered, not from the landing party or the ship. The sensors in his helmet gave him no alarming information from his surroundings, but that offered little consolation. Every instinct in him, built and sharpened by 130 years of combat experience, screamed that things were coming apart at the seams and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
He nearly kicked the door of the dining room from its hinges as he burst in, and four armed Marines dropped into defensive postures.
Sergeant Kyle pointed his weapon at the ceiling. "Major! What are you doing?"
"Is everyone accounted for?"
"Yes, Sir. Everyone is here other than you, Lieutenant Hawking, and Ensign Harvey."
"They're back at my suite." Spence thought for a moment. "We can't contact the ship or each other, and I don't know why. Let's get everyone back to my suite, and we'll go from there."
Kyle nodded. "Aye, aye." He turned to the other Marines. "Saddle up, people. We move out now." The other Marines herded the small group of diplomats and scientists toward the door.
Spence considered. "Sergeant, I want all targets verified, but go hot. The use of deadly force is authorized." He swallowed. "Authorization code delta-five-niner-bravo."
"Understood, Major." He turned to the others. "Lock and load, you grunts! Verify all targets, but kill 'em if you have to!"
"Oohrah!"
The small group moved into the halls, heading for Spence's suite, the Marines watching in all directions at once.
Moving slowly through the corridors, they were almost halfway there when Corporal Douglas came up beside Spence. "Sir, I can't get the ship, but I have the communicators working for us here on the surface."
"Good work. What's the problem?"
"There's a jamming field. I can't tell from where, though."
Spence nodded, and he wasn't at all surprised.
The team rounded the corner and Spence saw the door to his suite was ajar. Using hand signals, he flagged the Marines, and they instantly flattened against the walls, all eyes on the cracked door. The sergeant signaled two of the privates, and they edged down the hall, one moving in darting steps as the other covered him. When they reached the door, they took up positions on either side,
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