Worst fears come true. Approaching the station at a distance of rocket fire, the vegans made one round around it, followed by an attack. At the same time they hit the ion guns and went to the rocket. The protective screens were weathered, but their power dropped by a few percent. Sooner or later they will not stand it, so they required active opposition to the enemy.

- Hit the aggressors! - ordered captain Danchenko. - Ivashov, you get in touch with Goliath. Tell them about the attack. And send a request for help to our nearest base. Yes, friends, it seems there will be a war!

Another war with vegans! It was believed with difficulty. Peace achieved between the two races field of the first war was worth a lot of effort, sacrifice and concessions on both sides. Could this incident, an insignificant in essence, unleash another galactic carnage?

But to talk about it now was no time. Convinced that the return fire from the first combat post was conducted with the proper intensity, Kravtsov hurried into the deck compartment of the aircraft. There cosmocaters were located, surpassing the vegan "upsilons" in defense and power of weapons. But the latter had simply crazy maneuverability and high speeds. The fight promised to be hot.

* * *

Electro-magnetic catapults accelerators threw the space boat into space. A multidimensional projection of the Salvari system unfolded on a virtual tactical screen. Three red lights marked enemy fighters. Greens are Earthlings' cosmocaters.

Igor Kravtsov lowered the helmet visor and gave the nod to complete merging with the system. Flexible probes, equipped with contactors of micron thickness, emerged from the chair. Their task is to connect the pilot's nervous system with the combat systems of the machine, to provide a person with a visual perception of everything around, because space combat takes place at monstrous speeds not accessible to the human eye. In addition, the connection with the cosmocater's computer system helped to respond to different situations faster, to give commands faster.

Kravtsov contacted Matt. The image of the second pilot, or rather his face, appeared in front of the internal eye of the security chief.

- Matt, take away at 4, 77! Try to get around the vegans. I will strike right at them and lure them under the fire of the station.

- Got it, Commander. Looks like they haven't found me yet. All three are moving towards you.

Matt sent his space boat straight into the thick of asteroids. Automatics will help him avoid a collision, and a huge gravitational mass of a dozen lumps will hide his car from the aggressors.

Kravtsov meanwhile began shelling the enemy. The Upsilons had great maneuverability. They broke up on the sides and attacked simultaneously from the front and the flanks. Igor made a complex and intricate maneuver of evasion and ducked under the bottom of the "Lunar Miner". One of the vegan pilots wanted to do the same, but here, from his combat post, he opened fire from Antonio's anti-aircraft guns. Continuously fired guns from another point. Ypsilon was forced to retire.

Soon it became clear to the vegans that they would not be able to fire the station on earthlings until they were finished with the annoying cosmocater. He appeared on one side, then on the other. His small anti-aircraft guns constantly disturbed the enemy, desperately trying to concentrate fire on the station. Finally, two vegans unfolded their cars and chased after the space boat. Now, they focused only on him.The third Upsilon, rushing from side to side, making abrupt dodging maneuvers, rushed to the "Lunar Prospector." To begin with, it was necessary to suppress the fire of battle posts. Hit the ion guns. Concentrated plasma clots spread and disintegrated, encountering a protective screen. But the power of the latter has steadily declined. There were, however, still backup generators, but who knows how long the battle will last. Missiles with antiproton warheads would solve the problem with a protective screen in a couple of minutes, but the vegan coastal missiles for the station itself.

* * *

All alarmed, Kelly Milton ran into the medblock. She found Dr. Dennings sitting with her back to the door. He, or slept, or arrived in thought.

Kelly stared in surprise at the open medical box. It was empty, as was the capsule in it. Where Sarah Benzi went - it is not clear.

- Sir? - Kelly called shyly. - Everything is good? Sir...

He suddenly turned in his chair and smiled at the bewildered girl. Dennings was wearing a white medical gown. But it was not at all so startling to Kelly, since the presence of a doctor’s lab coat is quite natural. She was confused by the fact that, apart from this robe on Dennings, there seemed to be nothing more. In any case, she saw his legs, bare to the knees, and in the section a bare chest covered with reddish hair.

“Sir, are you all right?” Kelly asked again, and her voice slightly trembled, giving the alarm.

- Yes darling. And what is wrong?

- No, no, everything is OK! - hastily exclaimed the assistant. - Just ... You heard the vegans attacked the station. Three Upsilon Class Fighters

She decided to talk about something else, because, because of her confusion, she did not know how to discuss the topic of the extremely indecent nudity of the chief. Maybe he himself will explain everything?

“Our men engaged in battle.” I heard the spacecraft stronger than the upsilons. But still, as it is not by itself. Why did they attack? Do we not have peace with the colonies of Vega?

As she spoke, Dannings listened silently with a strange smile on his face. His eyes were misty, but he did not take a close look from the young assistant.

“Kelly, you were told that when you are worried, are you so pretty?” He suddenly asked.

She faltered. The cheeks of a young woman blushed. She did not know where to hide her eyes from embarrassment.

“And you, in general, are very attractive,” the doctor continued softly, in a half whisper. - The robe sits so nicely on your pretty figure. Your chest is also very beautiful. I sometimes noticed when you leaned over. Do you wear a bra at all? Or just here when I'm around?

- Sir ... I ...

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?” He got up from his chair and pressed a finger to his lips and headed for her.

The girl froze in place, riveted by the man’s fascinating gaze. Some incredible sexual aura came from Dannings. The doctor really liked Kelly, but she never noticed anything like him. His hands lay on her shoulders.

- Kelly, I like you for a long time.

- True? She squeaked. - Oh my goodness ... Sir, you too. True.

“If so,” he smiled charmingly, “what is stopping us from reuniting?”

“But sir, I don’t even know what to say,” Kelly muttered utterly stunned. - This is so unexpected.

- Don't you want me?

Kelly baffled this question directly. On the one hand, she definitely liked Dannings as a man and as a doctor. She admired the chef's professionalism no less than his personal charisma and human qualities. His courtesy, restraint, always calm manner of speech, aristocracy, also fully conquered Kelly. Their connection was imagined in the imagination of a girl of some special, highly romantic, devoid of coarse animal passion and lust. John Dannings was a man of a different order. He was special. And Kelly never thought, specifically and clearly could not imagine how they would have sex. And now, he asks her about such things completely directly. Moreover, he suddenly took, and opened his robe, revealing his complete nakedness to her.

The young woman screamed. This is exactly what she didn’t expect from Dr. Dannings. He was, by the way, well coordinated, moderately muscular, but very hairy on the chest and abdomen. A member of his already excited was pushed up. Kelly covered her mouth with her hand and with a downcast look took a step back. Her face and neck were burning with shame. Quite a large, thick member, covered with a grid of large veins, weighty eggs in a red gun and pulled ...