After the communication ended, Luke quietly stared at the surveillance feed, and saw a streak of flames in the distance.
In just a few minutes, a small spaceship that looked like a swallow with several wings arrived above the broken Trail Ship.
Looking at the data which the A.I. program listed, Luke's lips twitched. F*ck, a 5,000-year-old antique fighter plane was indeed outdated!
The speed displayed by this swallow spaceship was more than twice the maximum speed of the Trail Ship.
If the Trail Ship could move at that speed, Luke wouldn't have been affected at all during that space pursuit.
Rescuing a spaceship like his all the way out here was a risk.
The other party probably wasn't someone as chivalrous as he was, who took pleasure in doing good.
Luke didn't believe they would do all they could here.