Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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As Gustav, Aildris, and Endric supervised the unloading of the rescued alien children and former slaves on the surface of Planet Solquix, there was a palpable sense of relief among the group.
They had landed in a vast plain just outside the capital city. The alliance officials who would receive the refugees had already been anonymously contacted with no idea that Gustav Crimson, the universal fugitive, was behind it.
The area was bustling with activity, temporary shelters glowing under the evening light, and medical tents buzzing with the sounds of care and relief efforts.
"Alright, we've done our part here. It's time to move," Endric stated.
"My ship took a beating; repairs will be required for full capabilities to be restored," After Gustav said that, a glow covered the entire spacecraft, causing it to vanish.
"Let's stow it away for now," Endric mumbled.
