Captain John Logan was outside the Commander's briefing room, pacing back and forth waiting for security to arrive. The door wouldn�t open and, since he had just arrived onboard, his override codes wouldn�t work. Not that it mattered: his code would have done no good for it seemed that the entire electrical system to the door had been damaged.
He was getting upset at the fact that security still hadn�t shown up and it been two minutes. He began to try to pry the door open himself but the barium mag locks prevented the door from opening up even a crack. He cursed loudly, lamenting that most of the crew was on shore leave at the planet they were now orbiting.
Security finally came. The lead man was holding a device that reminded John of something but he couldn�t quite place it. They slid the tip into the crack in the door and pushed a button on the side of the contraption. Now he remembered: it looked like his grandfather's car jack. Logan missed his grandfather a lot. He had been Captain of the first Nassis Class Battleship in the Star Force fleet. He'd had this thing for ancient cars and fixing them up the �old� way.
The door slid open with a raspy hiss. Stepping past the security team, Logan looked inside, shock forming on his face. |