Your comms light up as you drop out of light drive, buzzing across your emergency channels. You flick the switch to listen to the message, and the familiar form of a curvaceous gabilani pilot materializes above your controls. “Yo yo yo-oh hey, it’s you! Fancy crashin’ into you here. Small universe, huh?” She winks gregariously. “But yer still gonna have to pay up if you don’t want me pewin’ new holes in yer ride.”
