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second repair robot heading his way, advancing on some kind of local wireless control, presumably doing the bidding of an unseen Owner somewhere. He smiled and PET image-thought an order. Picoseconds later a helmet tractor beam pulled the wheeled robot into one of the other lakes spotting the landscape.
    Two seconds had passed since Matt entered ocean-time .
    A volley of Fire-and-Forget Nanoshells spit out of his biceps rocket guns and raced across the dome’s landscape, already programmed to emit electronic white noise as a means of stopping further robot attacks. Some of the Nanoshells saw the infrared signature of the 15 Owners listed in the dome’s central computer. Each shell was able to twist and turn in flight as miniature vernier jets steered them after each Owner. He wished to have every arrogant Owner under SpyEye observation until they were each in Lounge C, after which they would be allowed to access orbit and head out of the system.
    Three seconds moved slowly by.
    Light. Sound. Smell. Confusion.
    They all filled the casino dome as aliens of all shapes ran, rolled, tentacle-dragged and scooted toward the entrance hallway, some carrying luggage, some dressed in vacsuits, a few dressed in medium-level combat suits similar to Eliana’s. None of the armed combat suit occupants were headed this way, perhaps discouraged by his AP rocket explosions and Eliana’s laser shot that wounded the busybody rich person. He thought-imaged Eliana that she could stop her laser fire.
    “Matt! I’m, I’m—”
    He shivered as he thought-blinked and left ocean-time , resuming the slow thought-talk-movement speed normal to most people. He slowed in order to communicate with his smart lover.
    “Floating in the air like a butterfly,” he said, shivering from the transition and from a new attack by the Super-Cold that Legion’s slow virus still attacked him with.
    “Matt!” called Mata Hari. “Two Guardians in combat suits are in the nearby hills. They shot down my second Offense sled before it could enter the dome. Your wishes?”
    “Destroy them. Go to Colossus Mode with your ship pressor beams. Make sure one of the beams that supports the ship is placed atop the two Guardians. Understood?”
    “Understood. Complying.”
    Eliana looked at him with worried eyes as they floated in the middle of the casino dome, people of all shapes scattering away from them and heading to the Arrival Hall. “I thought we were here to save people.”
    “We are.” He side-imaged the invisible impact of the ship’s pressor beam as it crushed the two combat suited Guardians into the black stone of this Mercury-type planet. “But to do that, death must come to some.”

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Matt rose on his Nullgrav boots to rendezvous with starship Mata Hari as Eliana headed for Lounge B to cajole and reassure the humans in that room that they would be safe, secure and gone from Omega when the casino dome was destroyed. It was a slight risk leaving her in the Arrival Hall, but the hall AI Gatekeeper kept a watch on her, while the surviving Offense sled maintained an in-dome security surveillance while outside the dome a replacement Offense sled passed him by, heading downward to monitor the departure of casino shuttles that left for orbit under the control and guidance of Gatekeeper. The hall’s AI worked on this vital job in coordination with Mata Hari, who had the people-as-cargo specs for each starship in orbit, the need for food and fuel supplies of each ship, and the direct control over each ship’s autopilot computer so it would not leave before Matt gave permission. He gathered many upset aliens sought to argue with Mata Hari, but his AI partner had learned how to be both diplomatic and firm from her seven years of Vigilante work with Matt. Their ship’s silvery flexhull puckered out, englobed him and Suit, then delivered him to the Bridge. He sighed, opening his faceplate and turning toward the giant holosphere that even now was