eachother. Demiran would almost never stand beside Karadag, but he would make every effort to avenge him for his own gains."
"So there is no one leader?" asked Taylor.
"One who is more powerful than the other Lords, one who holds more influence than the rest, but not with the control over all the others you would think."
"And this boss, who is he?"
"Erdogan. The strongest, cruellest, and most power hungry of the Krycenaean Lords."
"Then you have met him?"
"I have seen him. As a personal guard to Demiran, I met him once, but he would not know me."
"Well, this just keeps getting better. Are we ever likely to see this Erdogan?"
Jafar shrugged his shoulders.
"He could be aboard the Gezgen K'til. He might have even been on Earth during the first war. I don't know."
"But that is Demiran's ship, right?"
"Yes. Lord Erdogan can rightfully take his place aboard any ship in any war. He can take the glory without having to front the expense of using his own resources."
"I sure would like to get my hands on that bastard," said Parker.
It was the first thing she had said since Taylor had reached the bridge that morning. She had stayed so still and quiet that her presence had gone unnoticed.
"This big bad, the Erdogan. He must want Earth, right? Seems every other Krycenaean does."
"I don't know."
"All right. I've seen enough, and all this information is giving me a damn headache. Captain, collect as much data as you can, and then get us the hell out of here."
"Wait!” Jafar shouted.
Taylor snapped around. It was a surprise to have Jafar assert himself so much. He could see the alien pointing at the corner of a display screen. He turned and carefully studied what at first looked like empty space. Then his eyes widened as he caught a glimmer of movement. It was the flicker of the chameleon ship camouflage that Taylor had all but forgotten.
"They’re onto us. Get us out of here!"
"No," replied Jafar, "right now, their guns are training on us. We'd not make it."
"Then what do we do?"
"This ship, the Deveron, it must be known to Demiran and many others. They would want whoever was aboard alive."
"Are you willing to bet money on that?"
"I don't have any money," Jafar replied dryly.
Taylor could not help smile for just a second.
"All right then. You seem to have an idea of what you're doing. Tell us what we should do."
They all looked to Jafar. Nobody aboard no longer doubted they could trust him, and he had the unique advantage of both his heritage and training by the Inter-Allied.
"There will be two of them out there, one on overwatch and one closing to board us. They're hoping to either board us with the element of surprise or destroy us if we try to run. Those are patrol ships. They have maybe fifty Mechs on board each of them."
"Shi...it," replied Samson.
"If they could have got aboard undetected, we'd be finished. But with a prepared defence, that's another story."
He stopped and thought for a moment about what Jafar had said.
"That one we saw closing to our starboard side must be the boarding action, right?"
Jafar nodded in response.
"Okay, I want all but a protection detail for the bridge to the starboard side and ready to repel borders. Captain, have your gun crews prepared to fire at the other ship, but do not show any sign of it until the last second."
"We don't even know where the other vessel is," he replied.
"They must put out a heat signature, however faint. Find it!"
"Why don't we just blast them now?" asked Parker.
"We need that other ship on overwatch to let its guard down. Right now, that crew is waiting with their fingers on the trigger to give us everything they have got. As soon as the other has boarded us, we should have an opening."
"Where will they breach?" asked Taylor.
"At the main hull door if they can."
"Right then, masks on for everyone. Once they get aboard, we give them hell. I'll give you the green light when to fire, Captain. When that is done, we need to get that other
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