B’Nith Mallow, prime assistant of the star cruiser Kinst, was irritated. Everyone on the command deck was aware. Everyone, that is, except for Zarton, the Kinst’s highest ranking officer. He was too busy studying the object on the viewscreen.
“Mr. Mallowwwwwwwwww,” Zarton called out. “Are we in range for lock-on?”
“Commander, must we?...