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Formilian ship to secure a transport vehicle to transfer their gear and belongings. It was a pretty good bet that they would be abandoning the Formilian ship on Tel’or. Once they had Riyad, the team would beat feet out of the Nebula by the fastest route possible avoiding Tel’or altogether.
    With the tensions running so high on Tel’or, Adam and the other two Humans wore lose-fitting hooded cloaks to hide their race of origin. With the planet about to ally with the Kracori at any moment, being one of the feared and dreaded invaders could prove dangerous.
    It was about dusk by the time they reached the western spaceport and as they approached the main gate, they encountered a massive crowd of very agitated Tel’orans blocking the entrance. There was a line of transports waiting to get in, and Adam joined the line about a hundred yards from the gate.
    He lowered a window and asked a native who was watching the demonstration from a safe distance what was happening. Adam’s face was hidden in the shadows of the cloak and the approaching night.
    “The Guild has announced their support for the Kracori,” the worried native said. “All vessels are being confiscated to assist in the defense of the Nebula. Many of the spacers are upset.”
    “I can imagine why,” Adam said. “No ships are being allowed to leave?”
    “Only some Outer vessels with the proper documentation. All Nebula and Guild ships are to remain grounded. I’m afraid there will be a riot soon.”
    “I thought siding with the Kracori would save the Nebula?” Adam commented, trying to ferret out the feelings of the common person on the planet.
    “That may be so, but not everyone is of the same belief. The stories of the Human horde coming this way have frightened many. Those with spaceships available have options. Others like me and my bloodline do not.”
    The Tel’oran then turned to look more closely at Adam, who slipped further back into the shadows of the transport.
    “Do you have a vessel in the port? I can see you are not Tel’oran. Are you an Outer?”
    “Formilian,” Adam said.
    “Ah, you should have received clearance—if you can get into the port. Do you have room for a paying passenger aboard your ship? I do not have much, but what I have is yours.”
    “I’m afraid my government is aligned with the Kracori as well,” Adam lied. “We will not be departing anytime soon.”
    The Tel’oran looked thoroughly defeated. “Then I will seek to join in the service of the Nebula. If we are to die, I would prefer to do so defending my home.”
    “A noble attitude, my friend. I wish you the best of luck.” Now move away from the car before you draw attention to us.
    Admiral Tobias leaned forward from his position in the rear seat. “We’re not going to get the gear moved to the other spaceport, not in this mess. And it’s a good bet that the same protest is going on back at the eastern port by now.”
    “And McCarthy’s ship is a Nebula-based ship,” Sherri added. “They’re not going to let it off the surface.” There was panic in her voice.
    Adam noticed a large transport pass the line of stopped vehicles carrying a cargo of Tel’or soldiers or police wearing black leather outfits and cradling flash rifles in their laps. This truck was followed by two more.
    “Here come the troops,” he said. “It looks like they mean to enforce the decree.”
    “What are we going to do?” Sherri asked, her voice an octave higher than only a moment before.
    “We can’t let the military take control of the port,” Tobias stated. “We need a diversion.”
    “Exactly, Admiral,” Adam said. “Some chaos could go a long way to starting a panic, with every ship that can then heading for the stars.”
    “How are you going to do that?” Sherri asked.
    Adam grimaced in the deep shadows of early evening on Tel’or. “It’s going to get bloody, but I don’t see an alternative.”
    Adam accessed his ATD and attempted to communicate with