When the flash from the missile's impact faded, Daniel was surprised to find himself still breathing.
“We’re alive,” Daniel said.
“I noticed,” said a rather confused Alitma. “Fire again.”
There was another flash. Daniel, Trak and Rachel-7 continued to exist.
“This is odd,” Alitma said. “Fire again, again.”
There was a flash … again. The missile had exploded against the hull, but the Afterthought remained unharmed.
“Just keep firing until the ship falls apart!” Alitma yelled, exasperated.
“Trak, why aren't we dead?” Daniel asked.
“Don't know. His—"Trak said.
“With my sensors and—"
Flash, flash, flash.
“Would you stop that?!” said Trak, who didn't like to be interrupted. “The missiles are obviously not working!”
Alitma used his battle exoskeleton to give Trak a thumbs up. Unfortunately, Alitma was using the Balakan species version of that hand gesture, which was significantly more vulgar than the ancient human one.
“Anyone want to ask me why we're still alive?” Rachel-7 said.
“No,” Alitma, Daniel and Trak said together.
“Too bad,” Rachel-7 said. "Because I figured it out."
“I said stop that!” Trak yelled.
“Fine,” Alitma said. He whispered to his second in command.
The Afterthought's viewscreens changed color. While they still displayed Alitma's face, each screen now had a dark blue tint.
“He’s switched to energy weapons,” Trak said. "Doesn't hurt my sensors, but the Afterthought's instruments don't like it."
“Anyway," Rachel-7 continued, "remember when I said the object that we landed on was a headlight from an Onean transport?”
“An error on your part,” Trak said.
“Shhhh,” she said, trying to shut Trak up so she could finish.
Alitma’s sigma cannons continued to bathe the Afterthought with killing sapphire-colored radiation.
“The reason I thought it was Onean—an excellent, theory, by the way—” Rachel-7 said.
Alitma ordered his crew to turn the weapons to full power.
Still no effect.