I really hate spaceports. It’s all the guards. All those guns, and they’re authorized to fire on you. Every few seconds, you expect they will. Of course, in times of open warfare, it’s for our own safety. Some religious nut from either side could jump on a public plane with a hand grenade to try proving his ‘point.’ Once I’m cleared through security, all that’s left is to wait for Solla and Koji. Hekshanians aren’t common this far out. If they don’t know what you are, they assume you speak a different language. There’s something ironic in that.
Solla: Lypha!
Lypha turns around to see Solla and Koji.
Solla: There you are. I was worried you had been caught up in security check. Ready for vacation?
Lypha: Huh? Oh… uhm… Yeah, but I have to tell you something.
Solla: It’ll have to wait.
Lypha: Solla, it has to do with my… uh… ‘cousin.’
A Rulerist guard takes notice of Koji, who is sipping a drink through a straw.
Rulerist: Excuse me, sir.
Koji turns around.
Rulerist: Please don’t be alarmed. This is a routine check. May I please hear your reason for coming to meet your friend here today?
Accessing Koji’s excuse list:
-She’s my sister
-It’s work related
-THE TRUTH???
-Dying grandma
-Dog ate it
>>Cause violent reaction thereby distracting the guard
-It fell
Koji: Oh, the yellow one’s havin’ moi baby.
Lypha: WHAT?!
Koji appears to either have been knocked out by something thrown, presumably by Lypha, or has simply collapsed into an embarrassed heap on the floor.
Rulerist: Uh, sir, are you okay?
Solla: (to Lypha) By the way, your ‘cousin’ is in your cabin.