“Meelon! We need shields!”
eelon! We need shields!Tolo stared at his console. Immediately the bank of lights glowed. All of them lit up like a bright constellation. And all at one hundred percent capacity. A check of his second console was even more promising. Razor guns, torpedoes, sink blasters—all functional and at full power.
The ship took a nosedive. The only way he knew that was because the view outside the main screen suddenly vanished upward. A microsecond before Vek instigated evasion tactics, a blinding green light appeared in the right-hand corner as the enemy’s fire dissipated. If it hadn’t been for the shields, they would have sustained a direct hit.
“What are we facing?”
“Looks like Zek Mo Dinns,” Vek responded. His tentacles were wrapped around every button and lever on
