“Commander Harrington!” I called out as I ran into the machine shop where he was supervising the reconstruction of items damaged and destroyed when the spy tried to take over the stations missile systems. “Sir!” I called out over the noise of saws, drills and laser welders.

“What is it?” he barked back after seeing it was me calling out to him.

“Sir, we have just over twenty troopers stranded in the combat zone, and I need a team to go with me in the ...