“Good.”, says the important looking woman. “My name is Pristina Delacroix, and I am the Utopian Secretary of state. My warship escort got called away on a private matter and my executive transport is leaking plasma as we speak. It will not be going anywhere soon. I have been instructed to arrange transport to Utopia with a trustworthy trade ship in an effort to keep my presence low profile. There are dangerous pirates who know of my presence here and may try to have me killed. This may be a danerous mission, but you will be substantially rewarded.
