"This is the Outlaw Star, requesting permission to land" said Gene patiently for the 1,000th time to the open com channel. The Outlaw Star was in orbit around the homeworld of the Ctarl-Ctarl race. Before anyone could land, you had to request permission to land and then show your passports. There were other ships in orbit around the homeworld, which makes the process even slower than usual.
Gene had waited for 20 minutes now and nobody from the planet had contacted him so far. He was slowly loosing his patience. He could land without permission, if not for the fact that he would be arrested and probably eaten...and not in that order either. It was best to wait.
"This is Finnegan Spaceport" came the voice over the com channel. It was voice only, so Gene couldn't see who was responding. "Outlaw Star, you have permission to land here"
"Mel?" asked Gene.
"Found it" said Melfina. "Finnegan Spaceport is near the capital city. Bringing us into landing in "T" Minus...100 seconds"
"Outlaw Star, are you a Terran spacecraft?" asked the voice that had responded before.
"Yes" said Gene. "we're looking for a couple of friends. Namely, Aisha Clanclan"
There was a long pause.
"...Outlaw Star, please be advised that since you're Terran, there's a chance of you being eaten. To avoid that fate, please come to the security office of Finnegan Spaceport for a Ctarl-Ctarl disguise"
"Roger, Finnegan Spaceport" said Gene.
"I'm not wearing a fur coat" said Suzuka.
"It's better than being eaten" said Melfina. "landing in 70 seconds"
"I guess" said Suzuka, who sighed heavily.

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Jerome lit another cigarette as a dark figure appeared on the videophone.
"Ah, Your Majesty" said Jerome. "allow me to..."
"Damnit, Jerome!" snapped the dark figure in shadows. "I told you not to call me using a public phone!"
"I see you woke up on the wrong side of the den" said Jerome Dryly.
"Nevermind that, now" said the figure. "we're growing impatient with your next shipment...if it ever comes"
"I have had some trouble with a certain outlaw named Gene Starwind" said Jerome.
"Fugitive of the Empire..."
"Indeed" said Jerome. "Mr. Starwind and his friends ruined my next shipment to you"
"I see.....well, I'll tell my friends what you said to me" said the figure and he hung up the phone before Jerome could say anything.


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Hojoma Jinjin walked into a hotel room, dragging along a teenager Terran by the scruff of the neck. The Terran in question was knocked out at the moment. Hojoma had brought the Terran for a snack. Quickly, he stuffed the Terran into the closet for later. Hojoma perferred living prey, able to wriggle and try to escape.