"Open him up, Banasel," he finally ordered. "I'm going in."
He rose from his chair, crossing to the exit port. For an instant, he stood, checking his equipment belt. Then, he reached to a cabinet, to pick up a tool kit. He opened the box, examined its contents, then turned and nodded to Banasel.
The port opened wide, and he stepped through.
He dropped lightly to the space before the sportster, then stepped away, crouching behind a rock out-crop, and turned his body shield to full power.
"Screens down," he ordered.
A faint haze grew about the sportster. At first, it was a barely perceptible fluorescence. Then, it became a fiercely incandescent glow. It flamed for a few seconds, then faded, becoming green, yellow, red, and at last, blinking to invisibility.
"They're damped," Banasel's voice announced. "Shall I give him some more and knock out the generators?"
"Not necessary," Lanko told him. "Just hold complete neutralization. I'll cut them from inside."
He rose from his position behind the rock, idly kicking at the face of it as he walked past. A shower of dust crumbled to the ground.