Kaine listened intently as Tom talked about Mykes, hearing the love in his nephew's voice. Ah, young love, thought the old Warmaster.
You'll do alright. He's a good lad, so are you. You'll make each other very happy, and that's all that matters.
He turned his head to the viewports and looked out on the Bastion System.
Yeah, let's not hang around here.
He plotted in a course for the nearby Gree system, while the cargo drop went off without a hitch, as shown by the displays.
Next stop, Gree.
They were making excellent time. Dar'yaim was a stealthy vessel, and they were spending only a very short time in realspace, just enough time to dump their cargo, and then jumping to the next target. Making it as difficult as possible for anyone to know what they were about, let alone intercept them.
Kaine hit the hyperspace controls, and they were off again.