Chapter 67

''Communications, Jonal here.”

“Sir, yes sir.''

''Ensign, just get me Kavack.” Goddess the Ensign is barely out of short pants, too young to handle a Coms Deck in the middle of a Hot Zone.

“Kavack here, Admiral.”

“Damage report.”

“The explosions were internal to Brightstar, sir. There was no incoming.”

“Kavack, watch our ass. I expect visitors.”

“Aye, sir.”

“Saxon, Lunas, report,” Jonal barked.

“Stern gave us the Beast to sniff out explosives. One was hidden in the Communications Console, another two in Quarters. All are now disarmed, Zyptz manufacture, if I am not mistaken, sir. The Beast isn’t yowling, so I think we found the lot. Security is still doing a sweep, but the men have more faith in that animal’s whiskers than all our tech. It’s pissing Security off, sir.”

“Let them do their job, Commander.”