Two hours passed without much things to happen on the way to Shasta. The freighter was silently gliding in empty space towards the skyhook, Eris, the local gas giant was looking majestic, as always, and the Hodge-Podge pair of planetoids on the far side of the system were barely visible due to the shiny sun blazing blindingly in between them and the CLT Petit Lapin. Aside from the occasional freight convoys in between Shasta and Pueblo Bonito there were no unusual contacts they met until after two hours the captain spotted a shape slighly bigger than those before. Cette naivre est plus grand qu'un fréteur, Mon Général. Peut-être c'est un transporteur? Peut-être. Indicatif? Inconnu, mais ce commance avec T&T... C'est ca. Hélez leurs.
And the Aurochs hailed the Pelican.