Sawyer's forehead was slick, sweat falling from furrowed brow. He had been following the [i]Polyteleia[/i] for days, tracking it even since he got a bead on its location with the Arrowhead's wake scanner, trailing not too far behind it as it hit beautiful vistas and locales along its course. After sleepless nights in the cockpit, the cruiser now began to falter in its speed above a lush water planet. "Deploying tether now," Sawyer stated with a shaky voice. The magnetic field began to constrict around the hull of the ship and lock it in place due to the mass around it, making it unable to leave.