launched his body clumsily forward and threw an arm at Zeus’ control hand. With little strength remaining, he placed his hand on Zeus’ and pulled back. Instantly, the craft lurched rearward out of the path of the Endorian weapon. The brief moment of relief was all they needed. Zeus moved the controls aggressively and ascended rapidly from the dark depths of the ocean’s floor.
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“They’re getting away,” Gen. Xenos shouted from the control bridge of the Endorian destroyer. “Redirect your the pulse.”
“Yes my Lord,” Cmdr. Malkor replied.
Quickly, he directed his men to lock onto the fast moving transport. Before they could react, they watched the small craft maneuver erratically , darting from side to side.
“He ’s taking evasive maneuvers, Sir,” the control’s officer shouted.
“Track him… and fire,” Cmdr. Malkor demanded.
“I’m trying, Sir,” the officer responded , his eyes darting from screen to controls and back again.
H e realigned the weapons tracking system to the moving target. His fingers tapped several buttons, then launched a new beam of energy at the tiny craft. With split-second timing, the transport abruptly stopped its climb, causing the bolt of energy to pass high above it. Instantly, it resumed its escape higher, continuing on its erratic path.
“Yo u missed?” Cmdr. Malkor blurted in surprise and anger.
“Sorry Sir. The pilot seems to be hig hly skilled,” he responded back feebly. “I’ve got another lock on him,” he added, momentarily belaying his superior’s remonstrations.
Quickly, he depressed his controls and fired once more. Again, the beam passed by the small craft as it pitched directly sideways.
Gen. Xenos watched anxiously as the transport continued its evasive escape. In seconds, he knew it would move beyond his angle of fire. He was now left with a difficult decision: ignore the escaping craft and continue eradicating life inside the underwater base or break off and give chase. A moment later, he nodded confidently of his decision.
“ Cmdr. Malkor, break off from the base and catch that damn transport,” he shouted with great authority.
“My Lord, with all due respect, any survivors could also escape,” he responded respectfully.
“I think not. For the moment, they’re stunned or dying. Monitor any activity at the base and catch that transport,” he demanded.
Cmdr. Malkor felt the general’s icy stare. He swallowed nervously and nodded. Turning back to his officers, he shouted, “You heard the general: break off the attack and catch that transport!”
The crew of the destroyer quickly refocused. All attention was now on the escaping craf t. The large ship moved from its stationary position over the base and now moved swiftly higher, slicing through the dense water with ease. As it lined up on its target, the transport broke free of the surface. Without the tremendous drag of the water, it now raced through the sky with great speed, rendering the destroyers tracking system nearly useless.
“Maximum speed,” Cmdr. Malkor shouted. “Hurry, they’re getting away.”
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As Zeus piloted the transport, Poseidon monitored the ir systems. The tiny craft burst through the surface and instantly rushed to maximum speed.
“Find us a place to hide,” Zeus shouted, his voiced now panicked.
“Searching,” Poseidon responded.
His fingers rushed over the keypad as he studied several possibilities. With each location, he zoomed up on the contour of the land, considered its stealth characteristic s, then moved onto the next.
Seconds later, Zeus shouted in frantic tone, “They’ve broken free of the water. I need a location, NOW! ”
“There’s nothing suitable,” Poseidon shouted back. “Keep heading north. I see another land mass on the horizon.”
“Poseidon, they’re closing fast, hurry!”
Zeus heard a distress beacon sound. His eyes darted to the radar. Faintly