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Now, in the shattered rim of the plastic dome, scarcely protected against the rushing wind, I fought to regain control of the craft. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 29, Sentence #95)

Like an angry hornet I flew to the open hatch of the injured ship and blasted away into the hatch, filling the insides with fire. It tumbled away like a balloon and exploded in the air as I dropped my ship almost to the ground. I was quick but not quick enough because the plastic dome of my ship above me seemed to fly away in the wind leaving a trail of particles behind. Now, in the shattered rim of the plastic dome, scarcely protected against the rushing wind, I fought to regain control of the craft. The silver tube still lay intact in the firing port but its power was so considerably reduced that it was no longer a menace to the ships of Sarm. A few yards from the flooring of the plaza I brought the craft again into order and, again throwing open the speed valve, darted into the midst of a complex of buildings, where I stopped, hovering a few feet above the street passing between them. The ship of Sarm passed overhead like a hawk and then began to circle. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)