Birch sighed. What a spot to get themselves into. They were so low on fuel that they couldn’t even get to the nearest port, though they wouldn’t be able to pay for anything anyway, ‘cause they had no money.

He looked at the sensor readouts. That ship, that infamous ship, was still there, passing the nebula. They had to do something, but this ship wouldn’t help them. He doubted that they could get the best of her either. And her captain… Birch shivered.
He activated the com, “Everybody on the bridge. Now.” They needed an insanely good plan.

When they’d assembled, he took stock of them. Himself, two Golbies, two Necht and a Farler.
“That ship on sensors, that is the ‘Gretung’.”
He felt the dispair that flooded through the bridge.
“We can make this work! I’ve the beginnings of a plan.”
He turned to one of the Necht. “Nissa, I’m gonna need you to use that Cheyak I have. We can flesh it out on the way.”
They knew what he was thinking, and took their posts, the ship moving toward the dreaded Gretung.