Around them, more pirates were coming to the same conclusion. The initial alarm and confusion was giving way to excited chatter, people pulling up holographic displays and scanning the ship's specifications from a distance.
Krell studied the readings. Merchant vessel, probably carrying cargo. Even if the cargo itself was worthless, the ship's components were valuable. Drive systems, power cores, navigation arrays—all of it could be stripped and sold.
And they were stuck here with nothing to do.
"I'm going to take a look," Krell said.
Vex nodded. "Same. Syla?"
"Already on my way." She was pulling up a teleportation formation on her wrist device. "Meeting point is sector seven, platform nineteen. That's closest to where the ship dropped in."
Krell activated his own teleportation array—a consumable talisman he kept for emergencies and opportunities. The formation activated around him, spatial energy gathering.
