(Nyrean Super Galaxy- Rtern Region)
(Unnamed Trading Post- Landing Port)
"This wasn't part of the deal," Rokan quietly spoke as he sat across from the captain who calmly looked at him without saying a word.
The diminutive rat-like creature slowly picked up a cup of tea on the table and blew on the hot liquid.
A thin wisp of whitish smoke rose upwards as the liquid cooled.
"Relax John… one of my long-time business partners has received a rare shipment of goods," Captain Mordred explained with an easygoing expression on his face.
"He simply wishes to drop it off and then we can proceed to the Federation border… we will be here for two days at most."
"I understand but you must know that the security situation at the border has been getting stricter thanks to the new government policies," Rokan gently rebutted.
"We need to leave as soon as possible before additional border guards are deployed to stop any starships from crossing."
