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NCOs and officers were yelling at various scurrying units to move it； move it； move it。 Go！ Go！ The deckplates thundered。
But one body…armored NCO； having caught a bit of the exchange； skidded to a halt； his disrupter rifle gripped in one hand。
〃D' you realize what the penalty is for disobeying orders in bat？〃
Others had been listening to the two pod manders； half swayed by what they were saying； recalling Gloval's words and Minmei's song。 But all of them knew the dreadful punishment the NCO was talking about。 Death would be preferable。
One of the bystanders declared； 〃He's right！ We will have to fight！〃
〃Let's move！〃 someone else cried； and with that they were in motion； scrambling to prepare and race to their battle stations。 Everyone； that is； but the first PC。 He watched the others go as he reclined back on his bunk； hands behind his head； brooding。 At last he brought his hand forth and spent a long time looking at the tiny Minmei doll。
The vast armada began shifting formation； spreading and realigning for the attack。
At the wedding reception； alert sirens began sounding at just about the same time Gloval took the call on a mobile handset and got the crowd's attention。 With the banshee song of the sirens behind him； he announced； 〃Ladies and gentlemen！ It grieves me to say this； but we are now on red alert。〃
He had to raise his voice to speak over the confusion and outcries of the crowd。 〃All military personnel report to battle stations at once。 Civilians proceed to emergency duties or to designated shelters。 The SDF…1 is about to e under full…scale attack。〃
He swallowed once； with effort。 It was the first time the enemy had thrown its massed strength at the fortress； and there was little question as to what the final oute would be。
〃God be with you all。 Now； move quickly！〃
Only a few actually lost their heads and bolted； everyone aboard had been through the fire of battle； and most moved swiftly but with a deliberate calm。
The Terrible Trio finished what they were eating and swapped hugs with the Zentraedi spies before dashing off to the bridge。 Striding for the door； Rick Hunter exchanged a brief glance with Minmei but had no time to stop and talk to her； though he wanted to do that more than anything in the world。
A VT duty officer halted amid the flow of people and looked back to the wedding party's table as Max came to his feet； unable to believe what was happening。
〃Max； you're excused from duty。 Captain's orders！ You sit this one out！〃 Then he was on his way。
Max slowly tugged his bow tie； opening his collar。 He sighed deeply； feeling Miriya's eyes on him； and turned to her。 〃I can't let them down when they need me the most； love。〃
She drew off her wedding veil。 〃Of course not； Max。 I'll go with you。〃
He stared at her。 〃Huh？〃
Miriya came to her feet。 〃I've seen your Veritechs； even flew yours for a bit； remember？ I can handle one was well as any of your pilots。〃
〃No…〃
〃I promised in our vows that I would stay by your side； and I will。 From now on； we fight together。〃
And a brief fight it might be； he knew。 The RDF needed every hand it could get； and Miriya's battle skill might be a critical plus。 He took her hand； and they managed an even more loving look than they had exchanged during their vows。
〃Then I guess I have no choice；〃 he said。 〃Even though we may die together。〃
〃Oh； but Maximillian！ I would accept no other death！〃
〃Me； either。〃 He kissed her quickly； then they raced off hand in hand。 〃There goes the honeymoon；〃 he said as they ran。
〃I don't think you understand true Zentraedi determination。〃 She smiled。
Alone in the ballroom； the master of ceremonies had no more strength to seek shelter or follow the war over the screens。 The wedding had been the best thing that had happened to him in two years aboard the SDF…1； the thing he was suited to； that he did best。
Now he sank to his knees； head lowered to the forearm he rested on the shambles of the wedding party's abandoned table。 The fortress model； symbol of Max and Miriya's wedding； looked down at him。 He sobbed what everyone in the ship was thinking； as the Zentraedi dreadnoughts moved in in their hundreds of thousands。 〃Please； save us all。〃
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dolza； my old friend； old watchdog； the naive straightforwardness of the Zentraedi could be your downfall some day。
All things are so simple to you： The eye sees the target； the hands aim the weapon； a finger pulls the trigger； an energy bolt slays the enemy。 You therefore conclude that if the eye sees clearly； the hand is steady； and the weapon functions properly； all will be well。
You never see the subtlety of the myriad little events in that train of action。 What of the brain that directs the eye and the aim？ What of the nerves that steady the hand？ Of the very decision to shoot？ What of the motives that make the Zentraedi obey their military Imperative？
Ah； you call all of this sophistry！ But I tell you： There are vulnerabilities to which you are blind。
Remark made by Zor to Dolza shortly before Zor's death…known only to Dolza； Exedore； and Breetai
Again the bays opened； the elevators lifted the fighters to the flight decks。 The SDF…1 and the Daedalus and Prometheus catapult crews labored frantically to launch the all…important fighters as fast as possible。 On the flatdecks； waist and bow cats were in constant operation； and the crews' lives were in constant danger； it was very easy for something as small and frail as a human being to meet death during launch ops； especially in the airlessness of space。
The Veritechs rose to the flight decks； deploying ailerons and wings that had been folded or swept back to save space on the hangar decks。 Their engines screamed like demons； and they hurtled into space in a meticulously timed ballet； avoiding collisions with one another and forming up for bat with the sureness of long experience。
Gloval watched from a tall viewport as Rick Hunter went out； leading Skull Team。 And the rest； scores of them； fell in behind to do battle against the aliens' total attack。
〃May every one of you make it home safely；〃 Gloval murmured； the old briar pipe gripped in