Khan hovered in space, watching the maimed ship getting farther and farther away at high speed, the absence of friction force or functioning thrusters preventing its deceleration.
It didn't take long before Khan lost sight of the vessel, but he still didn't move. He drew an unusually thick phone from his torn trousers' pocket, checking one of its functions to make sure he didn't kick the three Niqols to their deaths.
One of the Nognes family's checkpoints was relatively nearby, and the same went for Khan's ship, so his device could coordinate with their scanners to triangulate the Niqols' vessel position and advance.
According to the phone, the Niqols' ship would enter the outpost's range in a day or two. Khan's troops could rescue it at that point, alongside the other two vessels that had suffered from the same fate just a few minutes ago.
'This is done, too,' Khan thought, checking his ship's location before storing his phone and shooting at full speed toward it.
