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Cycling the door did the trick: the last light on the christmas tree turned green. Informed of this by the crewman at the deck station, Jack consulted the checksheet for the jump to hyperspace. Only withdrawing the sensor array remained. “Radar, are we steady on the gate?”
“Steady, aye, steady, sir.”
“Withdraw the array.”
“Standby,” said the sensor man as he entered the commands. “Array is withdrawn,” and Stephen felt the atmosphere grow tense.
Sublieutenant Greenstreet moved from station to station, checking the gauges and controls. “Roth is rigged to jump, sir,” he reported.
“Helm,” said the captain, “ahead one quarter. Take us in.”
The engines rumbled. Roth, blind without her sensors, eased forward. Stephen, feeling badly in the way, made to excuse himself. “Pardon me,” he said.
“Silence!” roared the sublieutenant, and “Doctor,” warned the captain, and Stephen flattened himself against the bulkhead.
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