The ride to the launch pad was brisk and uneventful.  The driver knew exactly where to go, though at first it seemed like it must be a mistake.  He parked right next to a ship that had to be some other ship, because this thing looked like derelict that had been afloat for eons, or a broken-down ship that had been reduced to spare parts.<br/><br/>But then what the secretary said came back.  This wasn't 'painted red like rust', it was rust through and through.  Whoever flew in this would have to be desperate and stupid.  It would be a miracle if it even got off the ground.<br/><br/>"You the stowaway?", comes a voice from under the belly of the ship.  It is an alien, his skin scaly and pink.  His head looks like a fish, with eyes offset and pointing in different directions.  He has two sets of short hands that look more like flippers.  He wears nothing more than a bully vest that wraps around his cone-shaped body.  It is wet and drips water with his every move.<br/><br/>He is busy packing up items into the hold of the ship.  There are still about a dozen crates piled up as he leans ahead and comes out to talk.  He looks at first like he is nothing more than a dockside laborer loading the ship.  He doesn't even seem suitable to be a crewmember.  Yet it soon becomes apparent that this is the captain.<br/><br/>"Hi, I'm Captain Ferfin of the good ship LadyLuck.  And you are in luck.  I don't usually carry passengers, but I made an exception since I'm flying right by the Twuorg system.  I'll gladly fly you to your destination.  Just show me your little flying slip and we can be off."