After refueling, Noksa found himself deep in space. The vast emptiness unsettled him, reminding him of his home planet, Sosie 31X5, now tidally locked and uninhabitable. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard an airlock hiss. Security screens showed movement in the storage hold. He cautiously approached, tasergun in hand, and found a human stowaway. He demanded an explanation, using a translator chip. After confirming communication, he stated, “Look, I’m not your interstellar taxi driver, but maybe we can make a deal. I won’t ask too many questions. You got currency? Supplies? This is a legitimate operation, but not a charity service.”