He slid the craft across the
asteroid's surface to the side away from the Connie, going slowly enough
that they could watch the enemy's every move.
"Here he comes," Rip snapped, and braced for acceleration. The landing
craft shot to safety as the cruiser's nose jet flamed. Dowst was just in
time. Tiny sparks from the edge of the fiery column brushed past the
boat.
Rip realized that the Connie couldn't know the Federation men were in a
boat, dodging. The cruiser would make about two more runs, just enough to
allow for hitting every bit of the asteroid. Then it would assume that
anything on it was finished and send a landing party.
"He'll be back," he stated. "About twice more. Three at most." He
suddenly remembered the landing boat's radio. "Dowst, where is the radio
connection?"
The pilot handed him a wire with a jack plug on the end of it. Rip
plugged it into his belt. Now his voice would be heard on the _Scorpius_.
"Calling _Scorpius_! Calling _Scorpius_! Foster reporting. We are under
attack. Repeat, we are under attack. Over to you."
The answer rang in his helmet. "_Scorpius_ to Foster. Hold 'em,
Planeteers. We're on our way!"
"Here comes the Connie," Koa yelled.
Rip braced.
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