This is your one and only warning: turn off your engines and surrender. If you do not comply, you will be blown out of the sky. I repeat, if you do not comply, we will shoot you down.” “Want to test him?” Mick joked through the com. “Are you in the engine room?” asked FOD. “Yea. Talk to me.” “This ship has a manual control panel for near-field disintegrators. I need you to find it.” “Tell me where to look.” “Look at the ceiling, follow the blue pipe shaped like an L.” Near-field disintegrators? Mick saw the piping, followed it. “Here,” he replied. “See the yellow knobs? There should be three of them.” “Yea.” “Press them.” Mick punched the tiny buttons. A panel door shot open. Inside was a large cylindrical lever. “The lever should be in the off position. Flip it now.” In this age, why the fuck is this manual? “Because near-field disintegrators aren’t stable Mick. You can’t leave them on. You don’t want them accidentally tripping either.”
