She relaxes, all at once. It's her.

    Oh, good. Thank you, Ma'am.

Have the pilot do comms.

    "Open communications with that SLAYER, please, Ma'am."

    "Hello, Ma'am. Do you need any immediate assistance?"

After a few seconds, Shreya has calmed down enough to use words that are not just DZ and Deskyl's names squealed over and over again.

"...kind of running out of arms to hold people with?" She attempts to nod towards the escape pods she's cradling. Since a SLAYER's missile rack is the closest thing it has to a head, though, this gesture fails utterly. "If you've got room, could you maybe take some of these folks aboard?"

    "We have room for sixteen -" she pauses to consult with Deskyl - "no, seventeen. And there might be a few other SLAYERs out there that can help."

The vassals in the escape pods get transferred to the Gamma Savior's interior.

The people within are shaken but for the most part uninjured.

"Okay. I'm going to to make another sweep of the area. The dragons will send support units as soon as they realize we've gone dark, so there's no reason I shouldn't burn through what fuel I've got left in the meantime."

Shreya jets off again, intent on saving as many as she can.

The ship, and its accompanying SLAYER, follow.

    "Nearest one is ahead and slightly above you - Deskyl can sense them, where there's someone alive."

"That helps."

On it's own, 'ahead and slightly above you' is not super helpful in an environment like this one. Shreya will try feeding the output from her SLAYER's sensor array to the Gamma Savior, allowing the transport's front view screen to see whatever Shreya is 'looking at' at any given time.

"How's that? Can you tell me when I'm facing towards something with survivors, or something without?"

    "It would be easier for her to read your mind again, if you'll allow it."

"Why wouldn't I allow it? Please. I'd like to be as useful as possible."

    "Not that far up, and just slightly to the left - there, yes."

It works!

(Shreya is getting to Help People using Magical Powers and this is a wonderful turn of events!)

She darts back and forth as Deskyl instructs, taking advantage of her SLAYER's superior delta-v to retrieve the remaining escape pods much faster than the Gamma Savior would be able to on its own.

(She is sad that her home was destroyed but why should she think about that when she can think about Flying! and Magic! and Being Her Best!)

Her enthusiasm is infectious, and soon all the pods are collected.

    "Do you know how long we'll need to wait, Ma'am?"

“I don’t know exactly, but absolute worst case scenario it takes a dozen degrees for them to notice we’re in trouble and scrape a response team together. We can survive out here that long, no problem.”

    "Yes, that's no problem at all."

    "I'm going to pass that along to our passengers, and then Deskyl wants to talk to her captive in the other SLAYER; did you want to tell her anything else before I go?"

"I'm really glad you're both okay. I'm really glad you brought as many people back as you did."

Deskyl chuckles.

    "It's a really bad idea to try to kidnap a Sith."

"I bet. You should tell me all about it sometime."

And Shreya will tell them all about the Epic Fight that she had earlier.

(But Deskyl said she had captives to talk to? Shreya isn't going to delay that--plenty of time for merrymaking after the numerous loose ends here get tidied up.)

    "Yeah. When we're a little more settled. We'll call back when we can."

And they go to check on Team Gamma.

Team Gamma is interviewing the latest vassals to arrive via escape pod, having finished their survey of Gamma Savior's original passengers on the way back to Procyon Station.

The soldiers' prevailing mood could perhaps best be described as... surreal?

When they see Deskyl approaching, they exchange a few furtive glances and nervous whispers before sending Tamarai out to speak with her.

"Hi?" Tamarai glides to a stop about a meter away, bracing herself against the handles of a couple of occupied bunks. "Nobody else has died up there, have they..?"

    "No, Reva's fine. How are things here?"

"Good!" She wipes her brow with an armored hand (which turn out to not actually be a very effective way to wick away sweat). "We've processed nearly all the civilians. And we think we've found at least a few that aren't brainwashed?"

    "All right. What did they have to say?"

"That they'd rather be in the United Colonies than here."

Tamarai is already ducking back towards the room where the individuals in question are located. She does not particularly expect the primary objective to take her at her word on this.

"Would you like to meet them?"