Zeke sat co-pilot in the Albatross, breathing steadily and staying as still as possible to keep from aggravating his injuries. Carol and Cassandra were napping in the back, the better to keep themselves out of trouble. The streaks of hyperspace faded and there, in the deep black ink of space, hovered a lone frigate.

"Novgorod," Ben and Zeke said to each other unnecessarily. They shared a grin. "So, call 'em up," Zeke grunted, sitting up and wincing mightily. "Need their doctor first. Maybe their captain. If they've got a Jedi on board, I'll need that person, too. I'll go back in a second and get the girls up. I wanna hear this."