Com and scan flurried into action, searching for the mote which was giant Tibet, which had jumped in before them, advance guard, in this rout. “Affirmative,” com sent to command with comforting swiftness. Tibet was where she was supposed to be, intact, probe untouched by any hostile activity. Ships were scattered about the system, commerce, quickly evaporating bluster from some self-claimed militia. Tibet had had one merchanter skip out in panic, and that was bad news. They needed no tale-bearers running to Union; but possibly that was the last place a merchanter wanted to head at the moment And a moment later confirmation snapped out from Europe, from the flagship’s operations: they were in safe space with no action probable. “Getting com out of Pell itself now,” Graff relayed to her post at controls, still listening. “Sounds good.”Signy reached across the board and keyed signal to the rider-captains, advising them. Fast to Norway’s hull, so many parasites, they did not kick loose.
