“Where did it come from?” Maradine demanded, slowly murdering the young officer’s face with his glare. Quick to comply, the comm techie asked, “shuttle, what are you carrying and where are you coming from?” Inside the shuttle, Serena kept her cool.  “I’m coming from the Crimson Star, carrying fuel samples.”  General Brungess had told them earlier that Anarcha was laying waste to Neptune, trying to find a new source of fuel.  It was time to see if that still held true.  She held her breath and hoped the bluff would work. “Yes!  New fuel!” exclaimed Maradine, eyes lighting up.  “Tell her to land immediately.” What Serena found there almost cost the Chief of Security her life.