Serena placed her hands on the flight stick of Serenity, guiding the yacht through the microjump from the location of General Tomahawk's fleet. Morgan was in the back cabin with Rhianna, most likely teaching the girl more Basic. She only hoped that the tincéir girl did not pick up some of the galaxy's more crude sayings from him.
She looked over at the man sitting in the co-pilot's seat, Byl Laprovik. "Providing your coordinates are correct, we are there."
Byl nodded, but was silent, eyes looking out the viewscreen. He did not trust her, but that was all right because she did not fully trust him either. Faced with her choices, however, this was the only one to make. If he could indeed bring her into contact with the Rebel Alliance she would be much closer to her goal. He was either a stroke of good luck -
No, there was no such thing as luck. Serena pulled her thick red braid over one shoulder, and returned her gaze to the console.
She activated the ship's sensors, sweeping the surrounding space for any sign of the so-called Rebel fleet. "I wanted to say thank you, for your assistance with the General. She is not an easy woman to convince to change her plans."
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