The entire convoy went up in arms about the sudden discovery.
Cargo ships and carriers converted from cargo ships generally didn't possess great sensors. If they all detected strong readings of exotics at a distance of five light-hours, then the planet up ahead must be riddled with highly active exotic substances.
So high, in fact, that it must be worth as much as the gross domestic product of an average third-rate state like the Bright Republic.
Commander Leife, the woman in charge of the convoy, convened a hasty conference among the ship captains and senior mercenary officers.
She gazed at the eyes of Captain Spencer before glancing at the various projections of the other men and women. Almost every ship belonged to a different owner, complicating her efforts to rein in their impulses.
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