The Freighter offered no resistance as the team disabled the engines.  The Incubator and accompanying ships, having taken care of their own enemy groups, came to clean up.  As it turned out, with all their offensive ships routed, the enemy fleet surrendered.

Maya's voice came over the comm line, "It sounds like you guys had a pretty rough time, but great job stopping both freighters, one of the freighters that our ships were taking care of actually managed to jump.  Anyways good job out there, everyone, let's get back to the Incubator."

The cogs returned to the hangar and the pilots got out.  The lower half of Solomon's face and the front of his pilots suit were caked in dried blood.  "L-lieutenant?  Can I go to the infirmary?" he asked, with a delirious grin on his face as he wobbled back and forth.

"Lay down!" Sion commanded, "We'll get some nurses to take you over."  Tera, who had some nursing background, came over and helped Solomon to the ground, while Israfil looked on worried.  Soon a couple of nurses with a gurney came and took Solomon away.

"I want a report on what happened with your team," Maya asked Claire, "It turns out Mayura has some range limitations, so I wasn't able to tell what was going on with you guys.  Your cogs all look to be fine, so I wasn't expecting to see Ensign Lear in that condition."