"It's hilarious," Sebastian corrected, tapping the console. "Gwen, plot an intercept course.
Match their speed and trajectory. Keep us in their sensor blind spot until we are right on top of them."
"You want me to ram them?!" she asked, her eyes going wide.
"No, I don't want to scratch the paint. Just pull up alongside them," Sebastian said, cracking his knuckles. "I'm going to invite myself aboard."
The smuggler's skiff surged forward, its anti-gravity engines whining as Gwen expertly navigated through the purple cosmic smog.
She piloted the junker with the absolute precision of a woman who had spent three years outrunning literal space monsters.
Ahead of them, the sleek, gold-plated transport vessel of the Admin-in-training glided smoothly toward the massive, rotating rings of the System Hub.
Gwen drifted the skiff perfectly into the transport's blind spot, pulling up directly beneath its lower hull.
