“Wait, you're from Lorander? How far away am I?”
“I'm sorry, how far away from what sir?”
“From Starfree Port or Freeground, or even the Blue Belt?”
“Give us a minute to calculate that.”
Minh's eyes went wide. “They need to calculate it?” he whispered to himself.
“About twelve hundred light years from Starfree Port. From what we can tell there's evidence of a high energy event about seven years behind you. Sounds like you have one hell of a story to tell.”
“I've had a lot of practice telling it to squash puppets, it'll be nice to have a real audience,” Minh-Chu said, completely unaware of how strange he sounded.
“Hang on to something, we're latching on. We'll have you aboard and on your way back to civilized space as soon as possible. Seems Freeground is one of our allies and someone back there still has you on a missing in action list. Someone back there wants you home.”
Minh-Chu's legs gave out and he plopped down to sit on the edge of his cot. The sounds of the much larger long range ship latching on to the upper part of the station remnant echoed all around him. He looked to a ripened squash he had propped up beside his bed and said; “We're going home.”