They were roughly shoved into one of the small cells in the brig. The fact that they could all fit in one cell was a sign of exactly how small Birch’s crew was.
He looked at Seft, and could immediately tell that the Necht was insulted by Hayward’s last comment.
He looked around at each of them in turn, trying to encourage them, go over the plan again without giving any sign to their captors.
His crew looked back at him, determined, knowing that if they pulled this off they would be the first to pull a fast one on Hayward and his “Gretung”.
The nearest port was two days away.
They were given food and water.

Birch couldn’t help but worry about Nissa. He could do nothing to help her now, and she didn’t have free access to food like they did. He also couldn’t help but worry about the cheyak. It wasn’t the most reliable, he had found it in conjunction with an archeological survey on some dead world, and the inner workings were still mysteries to him. He started, looking up. He could feel the brakes firing