The two fleets approached each other.
“Ron, try to make contact,” Ay-ttho ordered.
“I’m already establishing a link. You should see something on the monitors any time... now.”
A screen flickered to life and the image of a thug appeared.
“Identify yourself,” the thug demanded.
“I am Ay-ttho, captain of the freighter, Mastery of the Stars.”
Tori and Sevan suppressed a snigger as they did every time Ay-ttho described herself as the caption.
“What are you intentions?” asked the thug.
“We are passing through your system on our way to Herse.”
“Why would so many fighters escort a freighter? What is your cargo?”
“What is it to you?”
“This is our system, we have a right to know what passes through our territory.”
“And what is your intention when I tell you?”
“Well, that all depends on
