Thomas waved from the ramp as the gunboat thrusted into the air on a burst of its VTOL jets, the ramp closing as the Coalition Captain walked back inside, heading for the second rendezvous where the payment of the delivery was due.
The two crates were floating exactly where they were supposed to be, as the Social Credit tractored them aboard, fading like a shadow into cloak as it sped off to rejoin the two escort ships that had been steadily stalking it. Streaking back towards Omega-52, its mission accomplished.