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"What’re they saying?" John asks Adae

Adam strains to listen S ice litter the staircase We ascend cautiously

"The co that his ship is under attack He’s begging for reinforcements He wants to speak with Beloved Leader," Ada?" John asks

Ada hio Says this is punishment for his lack of faith, that he’s not worthy of command"

I snort "Give us a little credit, Phiri Coe like n this warship because, frankly, we do There’s a do that sweeps down to the floor, so we can see a wide vista of Niagara Falls There are a dozen little stations with attached chairs, each of these occupied by a Mogadorian tasked with flying the warship rather than fighting The commander, dressed in a severe black-and-red uniform that’s covered in raphic display that’s currently broadcasting an ily face She actually sees us enter the roos and, without another word to the conal

"Guess she didn’t want to chat," I say

Most of the Mogs i blasters to bear on us I rip the guns out of their hands with my telekinesis, and John impales each of thes, not the endless vatborn, and so they don’t disintegrate quite so quickly as the others In fact, so behind half-formed corpses

The coesture that he must know is futile, draws a sword like the one Adam’s father used to carry around and screams at us

"You’ll never take my ship--!"

Before he can even finish his sentence, a burst of Mogadorian blaster fire takes the co a blaster, his face a nation John raises his hand to dispatch this last-surviving trueborn with an icicle

"No!" Adam shouts, and stomps on the floor