NINETEEN
1000 MILES FROM CENTAURI II, ORBITAL STATION
“That’s impressive,” Ragyi said as he peered through the window.
“It’s like a mini star,” Ullar added, taking in the giant orbital station that floated in the vacuum of space ahead of them. “So bright against the darkness.”
“It will be even brighter soon. Ragyi, are you sure that your contact will come through for us?”
“He will give his life for the cause. Once I send the signal, he will lock onto our position. He will deactivate a small section of the shield for a few seconds, allowing us to pass through. It’s standard procedure. Freighters come and go. But most freighters have clearance codes. We don’t. That’s where Fazit comes in. He will let us through before creating the diversion we talked about.”
Hameda nodded, remembering
