"Well..." Sayeeda began drawing the word out as she finished the last of her liqour.

"I suppose the first thing we can do is crawl over every inch of this ship and make sure Gorlan didn't decide to plant any tracking devices." There was no practical way to track a ship once it left the sidereal universe for the tumult of RIP space. Even standard communications between planets required physical couriers but it wasn't out of the question to have placed a radio transmitter that would send a message to a ground based confederate and that was particularly true in the case where Gorlan knew which planet they were headed for.

"We have a solution Cap'm!" the AI chirruped in its increasingly irritating accent.

"Alright, lets prep for entry," Sayeeda replied. Entering RIP space was always accompanied by a variety of unpleasant and unfortunate pshycophysical ailments which worsened over long voyages.

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