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were suddenly there to catch her.
Bolfass stood on the Captain's Bridge of the Starship Titanic and could not believe his eyes, as he watched the Blerontinian mercenaries beat a retreat into their boarding craft. 'What on Yassacca's going on?' he exclaimed. 'Blerontinians don't just give up like that - they usually fight to our last man!' But, for good measure, he ordered another salvo of space-fire and the blackness around the mercenaries' craft exploded again with light and noise. In less time than it takes for a snork to poop on a plate, the rag-tag flotilla had turned about, and with a blast of white-hot rocketry the loss adjustors' spacefleet disappeared into the stars beyond the beautiful green planet of Yassacca. At that very moment, Dan and Nettie burst onto the Captain's Bridge again. 'You should be in the cells!' snapped Bolfass, 'They shot straight at the enemy!' Corporal Inchbewigglit appeared behind them. 'That's why the mercenaries ran off!' 'We've got to do something about the bomb!' cried Nettie. 'It says this will be its last countdown,' 'That's terrible!' exclaimed Bolfass, looking very grave indeed. 'Yes! It says it will explode this time!' 'You aimed directly at the Blerontinians?' 'Isn't that what you're meant to do?' asked Nettie. 'Not it is not!' exclaimed Bollass. 'We have a strict moral code! My dear lady! I'm sure you didn't mean to actually aim at them?' 'Well of course she did!' Dan was getting a bit short-tempered. 'It was the only way to stop them. What are we going to do about the bomb?' 'They ran off like zippo as soon as they realized Nettie was firing at them!' exclaimed Inchbewigglit enthusiastically. 'I shall have to put you all under arrest!' 'Captain Bolfass,' said Nettie in her most charming voice. 'We are ignorant of your ways on Yassacca, and can only react as Earth people, and on Earth, I'm afraid people aim to kill and maim each other. That's what weapons are for. I don't like it - but that is how it is. We didn't mean to infringe your code of honour - we just tried to save you and the Starship from the loss adjustors. Now listen...' And she flipped on the mobile phone. 'Nine hundred and twenty-two...' The bomb was still counting. 'We've got about thirteen minutes!'