The star cruiser that John was currently on was commanded by Lokor Jinjin, Hojoma's little brother. Lokor was only too happy to transport his older brother to the homeworld. Hojoma didn't say why he was returning to the homeworld, but Lokor didn't want to bother his brother.
Lokor was on the same level as John was sleeping on, but John was in a air duct, perfectly safe from any Ctarl-Ctarl. John's scent was slowly spreading throughout the ship though, meaning that it would only be a manner of time before John was discovered.
Lokor and Hojoma was in a private room, arguing about the fake passport.
"It's your fault that you got that fake passport on Heifong" said Lokor. "it's you that gotta get through security with that passport"
"Can't you give me anohter passport?" asked Hojoma. "one that remotely looks like me, perhaps?"
"You know I don't have fake passports" said Lokor. "I would be fed to the Emperor himself if I'm caught with a fake passport"
"Alright, alright" said Hojoma. "I'll just have to sneak pass securtiy"
"I have a friend in security" said Lokor. "I can...persuade him to let you pass with that passport"
Hojoma grinned. "I know I could count on you, Lokor"
Lokor grinned back. That's when Hojoma noticed a scent of a Terran.
"Got any live Terrans on this ship?" asked Hojoma.
"Of course" said Lokor. "come, let's go to the kitchen and have us some Terrans"
Hojoma thought he recongized the smell of the Terran, but he couldn't tell for sure. All Terrans smelt alike to him. Hojoma followed Lokor out of the room.

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"Do we have clearance for take-off?" asked Gene.
"We have clearance" said Suzuki in her usual seat in the Outlaw Star. The Outlaw Star seemed more quiet without Jim and Aisha in it. Most of the time, Jim and Aisha would argue all the time on the Outlaw Star. Now, it seemed a little too quiet without those two aboard.
Gene had "accquired" three passports from Fred Luo. Gene didn't like doing things with Fred, but he had no choice. Three simple passports for 20 wong, adding to the 1.5 Million wong Gene owed Fred.
"Preparing for take-off" said Gilliam, the Outlaw Star's computer.
"T Minus 40 to launch" said Meflina, in her usual navigating spot.
'Jim, I'll save you' thought Gene.
"35..."
'No matter what'
"30"
'Same to you, Aisha and John'
"25, 24, 23, 22, 21..."
Gene had his caster ready and loaded. It might not kill any Ctarl-Ctarl, but it would slow them down.
"20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13..."


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Jerome disembarked from the Timate 691 as soon as it landed. He was followed by Janell, along with 3 other Ctarl-Ctarls. The three got into a long black limosuine waiting on the outside of the huge spaceport.
"So, where are we going?" asked Janell as the limosuine pulled away from the spaceport.
"To my employers" said Jerome, lighting another cigarette.
"And who might that be?" asked Janell.
"That's my little secret" said Jerome, who blew smoke in Janell's face. Janell growled. She was getting tired of breathing in that goddamned smoke all the time.