An hour later
Lt. ComEY was escorting her back to the quarters she shared with LemAN when she said, “I forgot to ask him when we were going to be leaving to escort the Morinians through the wormhole. I made changes to my radio satellite program.”
“We won’t be going.”
“What?”
“I thought you knew. We’re letting the Morinians go through the wormhole alone in hopes of drawing out the Morins.”
“They’re going to be used as bait? They have no means to defend themselves.”
“Commander LemAN sent warships to remain hidden inside the Morinian docking bay. They’re not completely defenseless.”
She felt a little better knowing that LemAN had thought of a way to defend the Morinians. She should have known he would. Now her new project was critical. “When are the Morinians expected to go through the wormhole?”
“Less than an hour.”
That’s not a lot of time. “Can you help me?”
“With what?”
“I think I have created a program that will help them, help all of us.”
“What can I do?”
