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Chapter Twenty-Five

Outside the docking bay, alarms blared through the mini-station. By that point, anyone with a device—that is, everyone on the mini-station—would be able to pull up an image of the habitat with the star gate behind it, with fifty-five missiles blazing toward them.

Over the speakers in their helmets, Otis said, “I do beg your pardon, Your Majesties