As everyone seems to be cooperating with the inspection, things go relatively smoothly. The customs inspector does double-check every piece of paperwork before he goes for a physical inspection of a few cargo crates, but once it becomes clear the crew is not going to be any trouble, the army troopers do relax a bit and actually look a little bored when their boss is out off sight.<br/><br/>The man Hearts is presenting her blaster license to doesn't seem to be in the mood to flirt and answers her question about his name with a sneer and a "none of your business, alien".<br/><br/>The physical inspection of the cargo boils down to opening a few crates for a cursory look and comparing the labels on the crates to the cargo manifest.<br/><br/>Most of you come away from this little exercise with the impression that the customs inspector is a paper pusher who tries to look and sound mighty important, while his troops treat the whole thing as pretty routine.<br/><br/>"Very well," the customs inspector finally states, when he hands Anya back her papers. "Ypu may proceed with your business. But make certain to have the cargo manifest stamped by your customer  for import taxes payment and present them to spaceport control on your departure. Enjoy your stay."<br/><br/>With that, the guy turns on his heel and marches off the ship, his men falling in line behind him.