Ves half-expected some kind of surprise to spring in front of his face. Maybe a fleet of pirates would transition out of FTL nearby, or maybe the Vesians wanted to go for a second round.
Only until the entire fleet flew beyond the edge of the Glowing Zone and transitioned into FTL did he relax.
"It's really over now."
The motley Republican fleet had split up into smaller detachments that each flew in a different direction.
Most of the ships of the Mech Corps navigated towards Bentheim, including all of their transports that had been stuffed with high-value ores.
The Happy Jelly received the same navigational data and jumped with the diminished fleet along with many of the other outfits that chose to join in. Right now, none of them looked to be in a shape to fight.
Everyone was bone-tired and they used up too much of their mechs and supplies to defend their own valuable cargo.
