There were many ways in which societies handled the difficulties that came with ships coming and going. Those of a more militaristic bent preferred to let some branch of their armed forces. Others opt to extend the scope (and, hopefully, the budget) of air traffic control systems, using advancing tracking systems and highly trained operators to prevent one ship from bumping into another during take-off and landing. Customs ships, police enforcers, little blinking lights that guided ships to where they needed to be, the particulars rarely mattered - what was important was a sense of professionalism. It inspired confidence and calm, which were both very important indeed.

 On the other end of the phone, the sound of a party in full swing. The beat of lively music, the chatter of conversation, the clinking of glasses and the shouting of elaborate toasts to guests and hosts alike. Occasionally, there'd be the sound of glass shattering, and a roar of laughter.

 "[b]What-o, visitor,[/b]" the voice strained to make itself heard over the general background sounds of good-natured merriment and light-hearted debauchery, "[b]this is Ofromia Space Contro-[/b] [i]not now, Stan, I'm working, oh, okay, pour me a half-[/i] [b]Control, you dig? Just gotta handle the particulars. What's brought you crazy cats out this way?[/b]"