There were no more guards. Two rows of fifty starships of various sizes, classes, and make were parked in front of us.
Sharon, still being aided by Leanne pointed in the direction of her one. I sprinted ahead wary of the reinforcements that I thought were imminent.
“This one?” I shouted pointing to a dishevelled white Betomez carrier.
“The next one,” Leanne shouted.
I ran forward.
No, it couldn’t be. Not a first-class Mitzu. The ship was famous throughout the system for its speed and agility. Then there were the armaments. Two immense laser cannons protruded on each side. They had enough destructive power to give small space habitats concerns for their continuing existence. In my youth, I went through a phase of our Mitzu idolatry, and this was the ship that I always wanted to fly.
“This one?”
“Yes. The code is 0575ew2”
I couldn’t help but smile.
Most others would not have known where to input the code but I did, and I immediately entered it into the panel input device under the left wing. The rear cargo bay began to open, and I heard the unmistakable clicking sound of the laser cannons becoming operational.
Then I heard the sound of distant laser fire – reinforcements had arrived.