Bramen kept his rifle in hand, gesturing for Dorian to follow once the warsat was safely secured and disappeared, teleporting back up to the Awoken's ship. "You keep thinking that," Bramen said with a bit of a laugh, not about to let the Warlock get too smug. "I suppose we're bound to encounter something more though, and you might stand a chance of catching up," he said, waggling a finger in his friend's direction as he turned his head towards the man.

"Come on. The colonies should be just around this next bend," he said, leading his friend onward. "Do you know where we'll find the information you're looking for? Provided the Fallen haven't scoured it yet... Though I suppose that warsat would've kept them busy, likely drove most of them out this way."

At least it might be quiet while they were poking about the old colony - if they were unlucky, they might encounter a servitor. They could take one down easily enough though. Captains tended to be the real pain and hopefully there weren't any more of those kicking about. A couple dregs or vandals would be a cakewalk.