Bay 17 was open, and the Dynamic class tramp freighter inside was clearly ready to depart at a moment's notice.  It looked a bit shabby, maybe a touch battered, but it was intact.  The Captain, a slender woman with short black hair and rich dark brown skin, grinned at the trio from the end of the gangplank.<br/><br/>"Ah-LOW-Ha," she drawled.  "Ready to get your butts out of here?"<br/><br/>"Port's closed," Siobhan said.  "Didn't you see the militia?"<br/><br/>"Ask me if I give a womp-rat's tail end."