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Chapter Eight On the planet of Akbar, Crytron and his people had finished reassembling the communication system. "When you hear from star, let me know." he ordered his men. "And give him the landing sight coordinates." Crytron added. With that he left to be alone up on a high mesa. At the same time Dudkhundi was bringing the Samara out of hyperspace. "Conversion completed Kurtis". Dudkhundi said. "Commander Herschel, launch your fighters. And good luck". Kurtis ordered along with his offerings of good will. "Thank you captain Star. Red wing let's go get them". Herschel exclaimed jubilantly. "Commander you stay close to the rear of the ship and hold position there until I call for you. They won't be able to pick |
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screens until it's to late to do anything about it". Kurtis ordered.
"Roger that captain. Red wing form up on wingman and hold position." Herschel acknowledged. "A-7, I want you to send a message". Kurtis called to the droid. "Yes sir, what do you wish to say"? A-7 inquired. "Objective reached. Now waiting for reloads." Kurtis said. "Yes sir". The droid answered as it set to work putting the message into the transmitter and awaited a response. As the large ship cruised around the moon towards the planet of Akbar the bridge was a buzz with the sound of droids and computers talking to one another. Through the noise Kurtis could not help but wonder if this was his last big adventure. If my plan works out it will save the lives of hundreds of thousands of people on that small, out of the way planet |
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