Larhana's green eyes darkened and Loong said, "There's no use arguing with her. If she's made up her mind to come nothing short of a blaster will stop her."
"You're right," Larhana said and they went out together.
Loong's ship proved to be one of the latest medium fighters, crammed with firepower and short on passenger space. They found cramped space against the control room bulkhead and blasted off.
Minutes later they were approaching the great Fleet Spaceport, on which rested the tremendous Agreet. A minor battle was in progress below them for control of the port, but it was impossible to tell one faction from the other. Loong's radio operator worked his instrument with swift efficiency and the gunners peered into their scanner plates and fingered their controls.
After a suspense-filled eternity the radioman said "Okay" and their ship dived toward the Agreet. A port opened in the huge hull and they floated in.
They alighted quickly and a pneumatic car carried them swiftly forward to the bridge.
There they were met by an officer whom Loong introduced as Captain Slan.
"Everything is ready, your Highness," Slan said, careful not to notice the presence of Larhana. "The officers faithful to either the High Commissioner or the Pretender have been confined. The bare minimum for the operation of the ship remain."
"Very good," said Loong with formal dignity. "Commodore Choon, will you kindly take command?"