On his fifth intergalactic expedition he as in somewhat of a rut, not a rut as in boredom, he just didn't know where to go.There were no habitable planets in this sector according to his scanner. (The scanner detects residual radio waves, a feature common on most planets. It's indicative of a society that has at least progressed to the point of long distance communication.) LeeRoy groaned to himself, muttering under his breath something about whores and spraypaint. This was unbearable, the last time he had come to port for supplies was almost two years ago. He was running low on food. (But not coffee.) "Splendid and damnation! I'm stuck out here with nothing to do and all the time to do nothing."

'You could always turn back.'

"Of course I could but why would I? Earth isn't fun."

'Pssh, says you. It's better than inside of your head.'

"Are you saying that I'm not fun?"

'Yep.'

A bitter silence followed for the next few minutes before a siren blasted through the hallways of the ship. "Radio waves detected." This warning was also followed by: "Possible hostile force detected. Blasting forward thrusters and coming to emergency halt." LeeRoy gritted his teeth because he was standing up, and guess what happens when you come to a sudden halt. If you guessed, you get thrown forwards, you're right. His face connected with the wall in front of him, shattering his septum against the cold steel. The man stood there with blood dripping to the floor. Inside his head was an uproarious laughter from the Voidman. 

'Nice job numbnuts!' 

"Shut up! You know and I know this wasn't my fault- Er- Directly my fault. The automated stop is designed to prevent me from creating and interplanetary incident!"

'Yeah sure, it's also good for breaking your nose!' She was getting a kick out of this one, maybe because it was the most interesting thing to happen within the past 10 weeks.

LeeRoy rolled up a few tissues and stuffed them up his nose, the urge to sneeze was tickling at the back of his sinuses. "Anyway, I've found a planet." 

The automated voice chimed up with a bit of fore-warning. "It appears to be a planetary defense line."

"A planetary defense line? Are they keeping people out, or are the people trying to get out?"

'That's actually a good question. Maybe they're in trouble, and the ever Heroic LeeRoy is going to swoop in and save the day~'

"Yeah sure. There's no such thing as a hero,Voidman, only perspective. Except for those people who wear like. Black trenchcoats and fedoras. Those people are cut from the same mold. And that mold is stupid."

'What?'

"Nothing of great importance to this current situation, what is important is the fact that we're an armed vessel entering alien airspace. I'd be willing to bet money they don't speak English." LeeRoy flipped a switch and cut the gravity, this is just forethought if they board the ship. Once he reached the forward console he reduced the tint on the forward screen, allowing him to see out into space. "Ha! We might actually have a bit of a problem. We're about 10k miles too close to the line. I'm gonna say they're going to either hail us, or shoot first and ask questions after. I'm not sure which one is worse."

'Probably the one where you have to make another wish.'

"Yeah, let's try to avoid the latter."

LeeRoy jammed the hailing button, hoping that whatever ship he was about to talk to could at least understand basic human gestures. Also, he was hoping that the communication systems were compatible. The hailing was a multiple wavelength broadcast of televisual, auditory, radio, digital, and laser. It was intended to match the most common methods of broadcast, but even then there were variables that LeeRoy couldn't account for.