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"Look," says the officer, as she ticks off the various boxes on the dataslate. "You're not allowed to haul these things into this sector. The Free Algol … more »

"Look," says the officer, as she ticks off the various boxes on the dataslate. "You're not allowed to haul these things into this sector. The Free Algol Republic has banned this as contraband since 23,300 E.E., and it hasn't changed since." The Drogr scratches his head, tipping the stereotypical trucker's cap. "But... I don't know HOW they got in here! Honest. My employer told me this was Vegan Brandy, not..." The customs agent puts down her dataslate, and gives him a flat look. "Either you go around and take the route a few parsecs away from the Free Fomalhaut colonies, or I'm going to have to fine you and report you for shipping contraband in this sector of the galaxy. No buts. You knew the regulations when you signed the contract and agreed to haul cargo through space." « Less