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that can handle three people, waiting in docking bay two. It's fueled, supplied and ready to go. I've also rigged the defense net targeting system to malfunction in just under an hour. All the three of us need to do is get to the docking bay."
    "All right Commander, the desk is yours." I pointed to the nearly empty table and picked up one of the sharp knives he had laid out on it. "Show us the way."
    Taking the blade from my hand he started to carve out a map on the table's stained, rusty surface.
     

Chapter 6
     
     
     
     
    Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!
    It was 0400 hours on the Razor. Trex’s knuckles were raw from punishing the gravity bag he had started in on the previous night. Anya, the ship's engineer, had reconfigured the bag specifically for him. Now the core of the 200 kilomound bag contained a small artificial gravity well. This pushed the feel of the bag up to just over 3000 kilomounds.
    Every rage filled strike left fist-shaped bloodstains on the white, platisteel woven bag. Every powerful strike made it shake like the leaf on a tree in the face of a coming winter storm.
    Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!
    What in the Blazing Pits of Disgorgement was she thinking? Did she not realize they were a team?
    Could she honestly believe that Dilurian trap-spider of a fiend Asmot would be true to his word? In her crew’s attempt to determine why she left, Anya had hacked the captain’s personal terminal. Caspia had done a fine job of erasing the conversation but the engineer was able to reconstruct the files from the memory of the terminal itself.
    Asmot would not free the captives. He would not honor their agreement. How could he? The abnoflax had no honor. His vision narrowed on the dented bag. Why had she not told him? Why had she not trusted him? Did she think she was protecting him? One thing he didn't need was protection, and certainly not from the Alliance!
    Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!
    They destroyed his world.
    Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!
    They took his people from him!
    Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!
    They murdered his family!
    Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!
    And now, he finally found the one shred of perfect happiness left to him in the universe, and the Alliance took her too! He let loose a roar that shook the entire room to its moorings. If he had to kill every single Novokin with his bare hands to get her back…To be able to gaze into her beautiful face, to drink from her lips, to stroke her soft curves...To ensure her safety and well being.
    Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!Bamm! Bamm! Bamm!Bamm!
    The heavy bag tore free from its gravity container and sailed across the room, first exploding and then imploding on itself. A heavy bar, the weight bench it was on and a piece of the bulkhead disappeared with it. He didn't need revenge anymore, he only needed her…
    But they took her too.
    Trex stood and stared at the empty space caused by the implosion. The rock solid muscles in his massive arms, broad back and enormous shoulders twitched and shook. He needed to cool. He focused his rage on the impending battle. In his mind’s eye he saw himself surrounded by a battalion of heavily armed Novokin soldiers. He was alone, defenseless, except for his loin cloth. He grinned at how much Caspia would appreciate that. Then he plunged into battle, tearing the enemy limb from limb.
    A strong hand laid itself on his shoulder. Reflexes on high alert he tensed and merely attacked. When he saw the defending hand was a light shade of green, he relaxed.
    Jaxx spoke softly. "Hey big guy. We found her, and we found him too."

Chapter 7
     
     
     
     
    The normally spacious bridge felt cramped to Trex. With the entire crew in attendance, the air crackled with anticipation, their resolve palpable. They were a fine force and fiercely loyal to their captain, even in her absence.
    On the view screen were at least 45 open vidlinks. Some contained the talking heads of the captains of the vessels that surrounded the Razor. Others held entire crews of said vessels, all cramming themselves onto the screen.