Time passed. It had a way of doing that.
The hauler carrying the drones the local contract had originally called for showed up. For some inscrutible reason it was called The Sarky Gentleman.
The Sarky Gentleman took the time to dock with the Damask Rose on its way by. The rushed deployment had resulted in various odds and ends ordered at the mercenary convention being left behind, and any mercenary ship sailing the stars needed regular infusions of fuel, ammo, medicine, mail (especially care packages), fresh fruit, and booze, among other necessities
No pineapples, though. Never any pineapples. They were bad luck.
Gulg Boa had come up from the surface to meet the supply ship. Technically the Logistics Manager was Victor Maryiam, but being in the wrong chain of command had never stopped Gulg from making sure people did things that affected him or his operations to his specifications. The intel obtained from the pirate raid necessitated a slight change in deployment, and he wanted to make sure everything he needed ended up where he needed it.