The senior lieutenant of the Dark Nebula stared in horror at the visiplate.
"Great Galloping Galaxies!" It should have been a howl, but it was awhisper instead, "What's that?"It was a ship, but a whale to the Dark Nebula's minnow; and on its side wasthe Spaceship-and-Sun of the Empire. Every alarm on the ship yammeredhysterically.
The orders went out, and the Dark Nebula prepared to run if it could, andfight if it must, 杦hile down in the hyperwave room, a message stormed itsway through hyperspace to the Foundation.
Over and over again! Partly a plea for help, but mainly a warning ofdanger.