Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25908355-20150705200350/@comment-25908355-20150706192608

(They're either un-claimed or un-explored, so there could be anything there... Even Darth Vader.)

Sard is getting sick of waiting. Using the ship's tractor beam, he pulls GQ's ship in the main cargo holder and locks the door to the cockpit, where he's sitting, so he won't be disturbed. He puts on an avarge Xenian uniform and heads towards the border. Once there, instead of going through the pain-staking process of leaving, he will use another tactic.

Border inspector: Papers, please.

(Sard hands him the passport.)

Border inspector: This is not enough. You require more documents.

(Sard slides the inspector a 100 credit check.)

Sard: That counts as proper documentation, right inspector? More than enough to feed you and pay rent and heat, with more to spare.

Border inspector:... Welcome to the Coreworlds, traveller. Cause no trouble.

(The inspector stamps the passport and declares it approved.)

Sard: That was far easier than the other method. I should do this more often.