Dudkhundi was the first to spot the fighters.

"Kurtis, here comes the welcoming committee."

Kurtis lifted his eyes to the tactical screen and saw the small

swift lights that represented the Galmorian fighters appear in one's and two's.

"We'll it's about him she launched those suckers." Kurtis said moving his hand slowly to the intercom switch and pushing it to open the comlink between the bridge and the fighter that Herschel was currently occupying." commander Herschel.” he continued just loud enough for the small audio pickup. "Are you ready for some action?" he questioned the man.

"Yes sir! What's the word?" Herschel replied.

"The word is hold for just a few minutes to make sure that the trap will close completely with no problems, commander." Kurtis informed him.

 

Chapter Thirteen

Herschel sat in the cockpit of his sleek fighter with one hand on the control stick and the other on the throttle. He could see down the long launch tube that led out of the fighter bay and into space beyond. He turned his head to one side and looked at the fighters that sat beside his. They were also waiting for Kurtis to give the go ahead and send them rocketing down that long tube and into the midst of the Galmorian fighters that he knew were waiting outside for them. Herschel turned his head back and Looked down the launch tube. He knew that this could be the last time he and his friends would leave the safety of the Samara. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sound of Kurtis' voice.

"Launch fighters!"

Herschel trusted his hand forward on the throttle and with a tremendous jolt the seat of the fighter slammed itself into his back. Herschel found himself racing through the launch tube towards open space.