“Yes, sir,” Commodore Nivishk agreed.“Stick to the plan; do not let them close. Destroyers and Corvettes are to engage their auxiliary vessels, ...aunch fighters and bombers to hit the known vulnerable targets on the Battlespheres.”“Yes, sir!”The flagship began to thrum as it rotated on its axis whilst falling away from the closest Battlesphere with the shipboard AI locking the individual hyperbeam cannons onto a single spot on the Battlesphere, one that was known to have several power generators. As they had walked along the beach had become progressively empty and their was little in the way of development at this place. ‘Well there are advantages to being retired,’ the man said as he wiped his brow and ran a hand through his white hair. He looked down at his paunch and sighed. ‘What is?’ the woman said. She was also white haired and she looked at the man with grim fondness, both of them were nearer seventy than sixty but they still were healthy. ‘Oh just that on weekdays we have the. Look, here comes Mary."Mary and Will walked into the Union together, Will turning away immediately, without appearing to be with her. Mary came toward us. In her hat, jacket, jeans and boots, her slim figure was like a genuine cowhand; as though she had tied her horse outside. Nothing phony about her. When she took off her jacket and sat down, her breasts filled out the pockets of the tight old cowboy shirt, lifting the flaps slightly."Hope I'm not late." No. Everything all right out there?". Dulcie stood and went to embrace Lydia. "Everything alright?" We've been with Edith Spurgeon. She had a stroke earlier. It's pretty bad, but she's conscious. She ... was asking for you and ... Delia?"Dulcie nodded. "Delia Westwood. Edith might like to see Edna, too. They were friends once." She turned to Dennis. "I was going to offer you a tour of the town in the morning, but I think I need to visit one of my people in hospital." Then returning her attention to Harry, "Let me introduce Dennis.