Parr held his breath.
He heard an indistinct mutter of voices inside and he knew that one of them must be on the inter-phone to the Commander.
"Something screwy here!" the voice roared indignantly.
Parr hit the door and it crashed inward with an echoing clang.
He catapulted into the congested control room. In a glance he saw there were only two Knougs. One was at the control banks, half turned in surprise. The other held the phone limply in his left hand, his eyes staring.
Parr kicked the door shut viciously and the sound rang in his ears. He launched himself at the Knoug with the phone. He felt his head meet a soft stomach and he heard explosive air pop from the man's lungs. The Knoug went over backwards, down hard.
The other one roared an oath.
Parr walked on the fallen one's face. He stomped the face and it gurgled. He stomped again in fury as all his frustration and new bitterness found an outlet. He locked the other Knoug in mental battle, but the mind he met was strong, catching him off guard.
The Knoug dove for the huge comset to warn the Fleet.