"Sir, let us clear the room first. Could be anything in here".
"We have insufficient time". Calvin shouldered past the trooper and stepped through into the next compartment, his pistol primed in his left hand even as he continued to circle with the scanner in his right.
The Lieutenant was...
The ISS Caiman exited hyperspace perfectly, the long snout of the Yuso-class corvette resting above Ord Trasi.
"Helm, bring us into geosynchronous orbit with the planet's primary space platform, one kilometre directly above exit gate three".
"One kilometre! Sir that's way inside safe...
Calvin's hands moved quickly across the console as he brought his transport into land.
The craft was solid and reliable, but plain and unsophisticated. It took a few moments to compensate for the gravametric distortions of the asteroid belt. Its sensors and instruments sang in Calvin's mind...