Conner fired his last remaining missile at the left front underbelly of the Lumerian invasion ship he'd been toying with for the last hour. As he watched the ship disintegrate in a cloud of vapor, he flipped up his targeting display and toggled the switch to activate his communications equipment.

"Patch me through to Assistant Records Officer Arkin at Outpost 7."

"One moment, please."

As Conner waited for the Comms Center to establish communications with his friend Arkin, he had time to mull over Arkin's crazy theory about the Lumerians. Arkin claimed to have discovered something strange about the weaknesses in the Lumerian fighters. Conner had just spent an hour working out the exact weakness of that Lumerian ship in order to provide more information for his friend's research. He didn't believe a word of it, but Arkin was a good friend, and he'd grown quite bored from flying those routine patrols along the border recently. He'd promised to share his experiences with Arkin in return for Arkin's help in getting a more interesting assignment. Arkin had kept his part of the bargain and so would Conner.

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"Arkin here."

"Conner here. Got some new information for you. The current crop of Lumerian space ships appears to have a vulnerability in their left front underbellies. It looks like they have a blind spot there. If you target them from that direction, they can't see you, and their anti-missile systems react slowly to the missiles you fire at them."

"Thanks Conner. You have no idea how much this helps."

And Conner also had no idea how much trouble it was going to cause for his friend.