Charles Harris sat in his seat, going over his stock portfolio once again.  So far today he had made a decent amount.  Not enough that it really changed anything for him, but enough that several such changes would make a difference in time.

"Sir, we are approaching Vegas Station", the voice came over the intercom.

"Of course, Sam, I'll be right there."  He turned off the screen of his computer and walked into the bridge, taking the co-pilot seat.  "You know, I'm going to have to get you to teach me to fly this ship one day."

"Please, sir, you barely have enough time to finish a martial arts lesson.", she said. "This would take a lot more time."

"You're right, I am too busy.  I'll need to make time.  I don't like being unable to do something so basic."

"Fine, just make the time, then.  We should be able to get in a few lessons while we're here."  The ship, a luxury passenger ship build for business executives, began its approach to the station, though they noticed a pod of some sort being picked up near their current trajectory.