Callan handed the gadget back to Flor. “We better hurry. Barrett won’t wait if we fall behind.” He said from experience, as he started to move.
Jack seemed oblivious to any danger, playing with his ghost-cakes as Jupiter carried him away.
Shepherd followed, keeping Connie close.
“Good.” Barrett said to Tabitha. “Now we just need a ship.”
It was certainly easier to leave Talo Twelve than to board it. There were armed Imperium droids on their route back to the docks, but no security gates to pass through this time.
The docking area was full of parked ships, of all sizes and styles, lined up in rows like a showroom.
Most were inaccessible, but there were a couple with their loading ramps open.
An understated grey & orange plane-like vessel, with large cannons under each of its wings. And a sleek and sporty red racer, with a glitter-gloss finish.