Zechs finished prepping his ship while the droids did the rest on the other. Mar and Ven kept watch as the various workers loaded up the last loads of ore. A
few minutes later, the two transports lifted off and climbed like moles into space at a pace that made moles look swift.
"3 minutes to navpoint Alpha," Mar said.
Ven clicked on as well from the rear of Zechs's ship. "2 minutes, 55 seconds to be exact."
The droids began to debate the accuracy of their internal chronometers while Zechs just focused on the readouts. Then as they finally approached it, the two transports lept into hyperspace. IT would be a quick journey to the depot where the ore would be dumped and then transported again alter. Still it was worth it. Better in pirate hands than any other.
"3 minutes to navpoint Alpha," Mar said.
Ven clicked on as well from the rear of Zechs's ship. "2 minutes, 55 seconds to be exact."
The droids began to debate the accuracy of their internal chronometers while Zechs just focused on the readouts. Then as they finally approached it, the two transports lept into hyperspace. IT would be a quick journey to the depot where the ore would be dumped and then transported again alter. Still it was worth it. Better in pirate hands than any other.
