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Another concussion rocked the asteroid. Josh stumbled, falling into the mix of oil and circuit boards on the floor of the control room. He stood, brushing the liquid off his ragged clothing. Red lights flashed across the hangar, washing the area in crimson. The Zahl missile strike pounded the former pirate base, explosions growing closer by the second. The holographic map showed the Interceptors coming within eighty MUs and unleashing a fresh missile volley. Fires the Barracudas had worked to extinguish were reignited with a fresh fury, transforming the hangar into a fiery inferno. The glass cracked as Josh peered through, watching the Barracudas working hard to start their cold vessels.
They needed time.
Josh searched the controls, trying to find the activation sequence for the Tyra
