<div class="floatright">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PqP5evue444/WmEN0pCQnBI/AAAAAAAADIk/36WZD35sPOc9pyKuajmFs1Ns0IQJn0FQACLcBGAs/s1600/890Ship-Po-02.jpg)</div>After a gut wrenching hour of jump they popped out in a remote system without space stations or civilized planets.  In the asteroid belt of the system the elegant space yacht was drifting:<br/><br/>The sleek vessel was a modern design, equivalent to a large frigate or small cruiser in terms of military vehicles.  It was clearly custom spec with intense shields and torpedo tubes in addition to pintel lazer and rail guns, but the weaponry was all well concealed.  It was overall a luxury liner, most of its space dedicated to housing the no doubt extensive luxury accouterments.<br/><br/>There were surely many high ranking VIPs aboard already, and sensors indicated some smaller ships hanging around elsewhere in the system.  Perhaps security, or other guests.<br/><br/>She could attempt to approach through the asteroid field to evade sensors with some<strong>Piloting</strong>, or perhaps open a channel and<strong>Bullshit </strong>her way on board.  While a space fight was theoretically possible they wanted her mark alive, and she was seriously outgunned.  Or...<br/><br/><strong>"I could try hacking you onto the guest list.  I'm seeing a lot of free floating IFFs.  Not sure what everyone's here for though, you might wind up on the list as an uh, waiter or something, or a VIP.  Could be anything."</strong>There was a bit of extra anxiety in his voice.  He was sweating on his first mission out with Etoile as part of her crew, for sure.