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“Ship’s shield and fuel levels are dangerously low. Please find the nearest planet and seek assistance as soon as possible.”
The corsair’s computer beeped and repeated the warning for the fifth time.
Grayson clucked his tongue.
“I’d say we’re just about screwed,” he said. “Pull us out of hyperspace. We’re gonna have to call a tow.”
Eddie deactivated the hyper core and the ship exited hyperspace.
“Cut the engine,” Grayson said. “We need to conserve power.”
His phone rang.
It was Devika.
He frowned.
“You picked a fantastic time to return my calls,” he said.
“Grayson, are you okay?”
“We’re swell. Just about died, but I’ll spare you the details.”
“We had a situation,” Devika said. “Clark just devoured the medical facility.”
“Yeah, well we just saw the Planet Eaters devour the
