The ship proves to be a little sluggish at first, as if the OS is updating some software, but the main hatch seals and the gangplank retracts without issue and within minutes you are slowly backing out of the docking bay using a combination of retros and the bay tractor beams. This attracts attention, and you are treated to the amusing sight of a rather corpulent Human male with a full beard and an impossibly over-decorated dress uniform pounding his fists against the main viewport on the bay, bellowing at his underlings to stop someone from stealing his new ride! It's wordless, of course, because across vacuum nobody can hear you curse.<br/><br/>And then he disappears from view. A moment later, a certain small, wrinkly, bald man in saffron robes pops up into view and gives you a thumbs up and a little wave.<br/><br/>Finally, the comm system lights up and a slightly bored, young female voice reaches your ears.<br/><br/>"Unidentified patrol craft, this is Harris 4 docking control. You are clear for departure."  She pauses. "Stand by for suggested flight path out of system. Grav shear's a little choppy today."<br/><br/>You are surprised when the ship appears to answer in a calm, almost motherly tone.<br/><br/>"Roger that, Harris 4.  IRV-29 Firebrand acknowledges departure vector and suggested course. Over and out."<br/><br/>"Confirmed. Harris 4 docking control out."<br/><br/>There is a pause, and then the ship seems to address you.<br/><br/>"Before this goes any further, I have only two questions. First, as you are clearly not Lord Mongo, am I safe in assuming that a name change and a less garish paint job is in the near future? Second, do you have any intention of using this craft to violate primary shipping regulations concerning the trans-shipment of goods, services, and personnel without appropriate regulatory authorization such as a Mandate-issued letter of marque?"<br/>