The Dark Ship

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“Everyone to their stations. Ready for combat in five.”

Jeff flinched at his commander’s words and squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel the blood pulsing through his veins. His heart rate must be off the chart.

Now the shit’s going to hit the fan! Will I be dead or alive in twenty minutes?

He was clenching the armrest of his seat so tightly, his hands ached. Jeff forced himself to reopen his eyes. He studied the holoscreen in front of him—a message from the computer confirmed the ship’s systems were activated. Peeling one of his sweaty hands off the armrest, he reached forward to close the message. He was shaking so badly, he thought he might have a fever. Finally he managed to hit the small field on the touch screen.

I don’t want to die!

He had to get a grip. It wouldn’t help anyone if he lost his nerve now, least of all himself.

Jeff felt a steady hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked into Major Irons’ face. His commander was smiling encouragingly. “Relax. We can do this.”

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