Zappow! A blast of neutron energy bounced off the bow deck plates of Captain Michael Clifford’s space cruiser.       “Sorkon raiders! Commander Lancelot, defensive plan 3-5-1,”       Captain Michael gave the order to his second in command. He could not afford to lose his ship, the GS Skookum Apples . His cargo was too precious. Captain Michael had been assigned the most dangerous and important job ever issued to any captain in the Galactic Services. He could not allow the Apples to be captured, especially by the Sorkons.       Zappow! Zappow! Two more blasts zipped by them from the rear, just above them. “Nyaaa! Ya missed, fungus-head. Commander Lancelot, defensive plan 3-5-1. Let’s go!”       Commander Lancelot was normally an outstanding navigator. It surprised his captain to see him frozen at the controls. Was it fear that held him motionless, ...