Jethro picked up his gear and said: "I doubt a captain such as yourself would have to worry about minor things like that."
He noticed that his sister was still asleep and he didn't bother waking her.
"Any sign of the imperial remnant or a place to land?"
"Yeah, there're a few good landing pads open. As for the Remnant..."
An alarm began to scream at a deafening pitch, and Sara whirled at the sound.
"That can't be good." she murmured, and jogged back to the cockpit. "Damn!" she hissed, sliding back into the pilot's chair, starting up the engines. A fight had broken out between the orbiting Remnant fleet and a lone ship. Even though it wasn't truely a large fight, it was enough to hide them from notice -- for now. Taking advantage of the situation, she pulled the Northstream
to the side, quickly sliding around the fleet.