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said Jane.
"Hunter to One actual. Sitrep."
"Thank goodness," said Amanda.
"We have problems. The station security forces have been joined by some of
the droids Jane had impersonating crew, and some of Jane's combat suits went
amok. We are so evenly matched now, and we can't break through."
"Where's BA and her team?"
"In the room next to the computer room
boss," said BA. "When Jane connected to the computer itself, she
turned dark side on us, and we had to fall back. Holding our own, but pinned
down."
"Hang tight. Help on the way. Six
actual, sitrep."
"The same," said Sam. "We
were ambushed outside the central offices, and are pinned down."
"Team leaders, stand by for
support."
They acknowledged, but I wasn’t paying
attention.
"George, which teams do you have on
board?"
"Two and three boss. Orders?"
"Dock immediately. If you have to
force your way in, so be it. Send in the heavies. Priority targets are dark
Jane's."
"Say that last again?"
"The station AI seems to be a dark
version of Jane. It has control of a number of security droids which were impersonating
pirate crew, and a few combat suits. Have the heavies target them first."
"On way."
"And George?"
"Boss?"
"Bulldoze the station computer room
please."
"This is team two actual. You want me
to destroy the station computer?"
"Totally. Send in half your heavy
force as bulldozers, the other half to kill the dark Janes."
"You got it."
"BA?"
"Boss?"
"Pull back. If you can form up with
the rest of team one, do that. If not, wait for the reinforcements to arrive
and support them."
"Confirmed."
I sat back in my seat, eyes still watching
Jane, while they flickered to the cam images once again displayed around the
Bridge.
"Do I need to stay in this suit any
longer?" asked Annabelle.
"Better wait, until Jane resolves her
avatar situation. Just in case."
"Okay."
I brought BigMother to a stop, and spun us
around to point at the station. Custer was docking. We'd been lucky none of the
capital ships had been able to join the fight. My own forces were in squadron
formations now, flying patrols around both the station and the planet. It
looked like we'd lost at least ten ships, but I didn’t know how many were in
the process of landing. From the sound of it, we'd lost pilots as well.
I wondered how the day could get any worse.
Jane turned black.
Seven
Before I could react, she shifted again,
this time to naked with a belt on, and seconds later to 'slinky red'.
"Well," she said in her normal
voice. "That was unpleasant."
"You think so?" I said, in a high
pitched voice.
Jane stood, came over, and hugged me. We
stood there for several minutes.
"Now can I get out of this suit?"
asked Annabelle, obviously not happy.
Jane returned to her seat.
"You may," I said to Annabelle.
"Check on the remaining teams. They were fighting on the Cargo Deck
earlier. If they're still good, get them ready to join the station fight."
"On it."
I sat again, and turned to Jane.
"Dock us please. If you can't get
access to the station airlock, use the Mesons to cut a hole in their
side."
"Confirmed."
You have no idea how good it was to hear
that single word. I sighed deeply, and resumed my seat.
Custer was docked now, and I watched the
six Bulldozers make short work of the station airlock. Cams followed them into
the station, several combat suits riding along on them. The six giant suits
behind them strode forward after them, heads making holes in the ceiling.
"Coming in to dock," said Jane.
"Teams four and five, with combat droid support, are at the airlock
waiting."
I watched as we nosed up to the station,
making a soft seal on our side. Jane plugged herself into the station airlock
controls, but shook her head. She stepped back, and twelve combat suits
carrying Mesons stepped up, and began cutting into the outer doors. They were
streamers rather than pulsers, so the job progressed quickly.
"Team four," said Jane, by way of
explaining who was doing the