He sighed heavily again. "Yeah, impounded. By the Zoners of all people. You see I usually fly a 350ish year old Pilgrim Liner, named Roach Coach. Recently I found an extra few hundred square feet of storage space in a sealed off personnel wing. After having the crew eject the spoiled bodies I saw we could fit almost an extra 500 people aboard." Ted sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "And apparently those few hundred feet of cargo space make me ineligible to fly. Luckily the crew is willing to sit idle, for gods only know how long." Ted paused a moment to take a drink from his glass. "You would think being Captain for 8 years would qualify me but its what ever." Taking another drink he continued, "So at the moment I'm trying to hack my ID to give me the necessary clearance, but you know hackers don't work for free either."
