Light gazed into the blackness beyond the cargo ramp. He couldn’t see anything yet. But that didn’t mean they weren’t out there, watching, waiting for them to leave the relative safety of the freighter. It was generally easier to obfuscate a small signature than a large one.

“I like our chances in my ship more than out there in the open with this heavy cargo - I’m bringing it in. Stand by.” He then addressed Senjen directly. “Get out your weapon and take a defensive position. They might be closer than we think.”

Light then plopped down behind one of the crates they were carrying and accessed his neural lace again. His ship soon began to move toward them at a ponderous pace; the remote connection was taxing to maintain.