PUMA'S PRIDE
"…Fighter group is ranging out ahead two light years." Popal reported to Pusintin as they sat in the officer's lounge. "Their modified sensors are detecting the Borellum trace, barely, but it is on a constant course."
"Can they estimate how old?" Pusintin asked as he sipped the wine.
"Given the dissipation, the Flight Leader estimates three days… four at most." Popal answered.
Pusintin nodded. "They must be stopping every few days." He said. "Why though?"
"The other ship with them did not appear to be a warship Marshall." Popal spoke. "The design is nothing we have seen, but it appeared more like a transport of some kind. A large one."
"They're looking for supplies?" Pusintin said.
"It's a possibility." Popal spoke. "We were able to replenish our stores before we left Nefoa. There is no indication they returned to any Union planet to do the same. They could have replenished by ship, but they could not have received much."
