"I'll reset the recorders," Kiffer said. "Let's see what happens."
"I'm going up to the bridge," Roysland said. "Set those gimmicks going; we want a record, even if this knocks us silly."
Up on the bridge, Roysland explained what he wanted done to Captain Dobrin.
"It can't hurt anything," Dobrin said. "We'll take a pot shot at the dwarf out there. They give a fairly small, bright target."
The ship plunged into the no-space of ultradrive as the generators were cut in, and she began to move toward a point just to one side of the dimmest of the three stars.
"Target at three fifty-two million," said the observer.
"Track and fire," said the FCO.
Roysland held his breath as the projectors moved, hummed, and clicked again. And nothing happened.
Roysland let his breath out slowly.