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cooperative actions get underway."
    "If you do not live up to a minimum of standards then I too will be viewed as having brought shame upon the Expansion. I would prefer that my fate be tied to my actions, but you have seen to it that it is also tied to yours." Feta Lunge then slowly spun around in his chair, "I will do what I can to see that you are successful Mr. Grange. It is in my own best interest."
    During the ride back, Feta opened up about his life as a Dakari captain. It was a lonely life with much of the time spent in desolate places or on patrol around remote systems. If there were multiple ships involved in a patrol they were required to maintain radio silence except under extreme circumstances. He would make it into port once or twice a year, but only for a day or two at a time. As a member of the Dakari Star Service he would be in isolation for a 40 year term.
    In his 12 years as a DSS captain Feta had only fired his weapons twice. Once when attacked by a pirate vessel and once when he had taken control of the Hammer and the Swift. There had been a number of recent confrontations with the Milgari, but none had risen to the level of weapons fire. That time however, was coming.
    When we arrived in the Mensa sector I had him drop me on Omrin. I had no desire to give away the location of our world to a species that could not yet be trusted. From Omrin I said goodbye to Feta, purchased a small flyer and headed back to the Supressor. When I arrived there were many "Congratulations on your surviving" greetings given by my many friends.
    During my absence the Colonel took the Slaughter, Slayer and Sleuth out hunting along with 26 Raiders. The Milgari supply lines were in shambles with another eight freighters captured. The opulent lifestyles of the Torrians were starting to see shortages of some products. The Colonel and his men returned without any casualties and the minimal ship damage received had been repaired in space.
    Davis had managed to make contact with several Teldaki slaves on Torrus through their kin who were now Ground Assault Marines with our forces. Lives had been placed at risk to provide us with data on the Torrians. The inconveniences caused by supply shortages were intolerable to the royal families. Slaves were punished if for nothing else other than to relieve frustration. I struggled with the thought of our actions causing hardships for the Teldaki slaves, but such were the struggles of war. Not until the war was over could you control the actions of others.
    Frig’s time during my absence was spent on researching the wormhole technology from the derelict ship. From bits of information stored in the derelict’s computer files he had been able to piece together a partial picture of the physical mechanism that was used to generate the bend in space-time. "Sir, it seems the ship used the powerful array of antennae to generate an immense RF signal."
    "Somehow they were able to focus that energy down to a point. At a subatomic level the fabric of space-time was punched through to another point elsewhere. That point is evidently programmable using the different signal frequencies involved. Once a wormhole is opened only a moderate amount of power is required to keep it in that state. The wormhole itself has a limited life, something to do with the decay ratio of the atoms involved. It is quite difficult to piece this information together when so much of it is missing."
    I replied, "So, how close are we to reproducing this effect?" Frig shook his head, "We are not close at all Sir. We do not have information on the frequencies used and we do not have information regarding how those antenna signals were focused down to a point. We have video from the Swift that I am using to reconstruct the arrays, albeit in a much smaller form. Once complete I am hoping to conduct testing, but as I stated, we are not close to a solution at this time."
    I next made my way to see George and to check on the progress of