Morgan used his other hand to grab his communicator.
"Gaz," he said, "how are things up there?"
"Quiet so far," Gaz said, "and that makes me nervous. After a caper like we just pulled...quiet concerns me. Too many things happen when it's quiet."
"Did you send the info we grabbed to Cortex?" Morgan asked.
"No worries," Gaz replied, "he'll send it back when he's certain it's clean. Should be soon. By the way did I mention..."
"Yeah," Morgan interrupted, "you did. They won't be coming after us. They were too busy with the distraction and they never got an ID on the Pride. Shuttle was disguised, couldn't be traced to us."
"Well," Gaz said after a moment, "we're gonna have to stop at a mid-planet to re-fuel and re-supply before we head back to the bar. Just letting ya know."
"Took a long time to get to that point, didn't ya?" Morgan said before he put his communicator away.
He turned back to the others. "Mid-planets are sort of the equivalent of the middle class. Not as crowded and high class as the Inner Planets and not as out there as the Outers. Hope you don't mind a brief pit stop."