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beams.” Gabby was still pressing buttons furiously and she looked up at Gabe, “I’m getting a line on those channels and locking them into my central computer. This should give us a line on where all of the important Builders are located.”
Gabe smiled, “Now that is worth knowing!”
Gabby quickly said, “I have a message coming in to the Recorder. I’ve locked in the line it originated from.”
Gabe leaned back, “I suspect that was the launch order being given.” Gabby stopped pressing buttons and looked up at the left wall monitor. One of the new launchers began glowing a bright orange color and three minutes later, it disappeared into the black hole. “Poul, are you timing this?”
“I am.”
Gabe stared at the monitor and two minutes later, the huge launcher reappeared outside the black hole. Gabe moved the image in closer and saw that the launcher’s hull was darkened by a series of burns. Gabby stood up, “The launcher is broadcasting a message and it is being relayed by the recorder on every channel.” Gabby looked at Gabe as she sat down, “It appears they now know about the radiation jets on the other side of the black hole.”
Poul interrupted her, “Gabe, I have thousands of signatures moving this way! It appears that the Builders want to inspect that launcher.”
“Poul, get us out of here!” Gabby shook her head hard wanting to stay and Gabe quickly said, “Those signatures are probably Builder Warships moving this way. I’m not going to risk them seeing our departure. We have enough to keep us busy, Gabby.”
The black hole disappeared and Gabe saw the giant galaxy spinning below them on the main monitor. He looked at Gabby and smiled, “I think now would be a good time to get into one of your grey uniforms. We will be prepared to put on our armor from this moment forward.”
Gabby looked down at herself and ran off the bridge. Gabe watched her go and tried not to think about what he saw.
Chapter Six
“J anell.”
“Hello, Amy.”
“Have your fleets been sent to maintenance to have the new reactors installed?”
“Most of them have been modified. I still have more than eight thousand warships that are waiting to be updated. What about yours?”
“Mine have completed the reactor installation and are now having the new missile belts installed.”
“I didn’t think the new missiles would be ready until much later.”
“The Bosrean have done a hellava job of building enough facilities to manufacture them. They’ll be ready for installation once the belts are installed.”
“My, aren’t you the over achiever.”
“You’re distracted by Gabe being gone.”
“I am. I didn’t contact him before he left.”
“Janell, you need to put him behind you and focus on getting your fleets armed. The Darkness has reported that a Builder Launcher has made it through the black hole and then escaped before it could be destroyed. Things are going to start happening quickly and you need to make sure your ships complete their modifications.”
Janell’s eyes were wide open, “I’ll talk with you later!”
The display went dark and Amy rolled her eyes. Janell had to get on the ball and quit this moping around. Hopefully the information she just gave her should do the trick. She looked at Scott sitting in the Crystal River’s command chair, “Order the fleets to start a series of war games while the missile belts are being installed. We don’t have long to get ready.”
“Yes, Sir.”
• • •
Steve looked at the Darkness’ Supreme Leader on his monitor, “It appears the Builders are aware of the radiation jets.”
“It’s a shame you weren’t able to destroy that launcher before it escaped.”
“Several of my warships opened fire on it and some of their beams penetrated its force field but not enough to take it out of action. Have you decided what we should do about this?”
Steve leaned back in his chair, “I need my scout to come back and share with
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