Picking himself up off the floor, Thaken's fist slammed down on the comm button.
"O'Malley! Belay that last order! Put the Naval Troops on alert and have all our men draw sidearms. All leaves are cancelled. Then put me through to station command, it sounds like we're under attack!"
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