Narrator: There are a few odd corners of the galaxy where a combination of factors will conspire to create a space-based facility as decidedly unattractive as the one in Lagrange orbit above Ghanj-Rho.
Narrator: One might take aesthetic pleasure at a functional orbital construct whose materials-by-mass graph would show nigh-obscene quantities of baling wire, Bondo, and duct tape. Then again, one might also find culinary thrill in a plate of underdone squirrel.
Jun-Gamm: That Tausennigan ship is rarer than you thought, sir.
Jun-Gamm: Sure, there are only eight other ships like it outside of the psycho-bear military. But if the registry match I've got is accurate, this one has also been retrofitted with those new teraport drives, and probably has a few weapons and defenses based on the same technology.
Jun-Gamm: And it looks like they've sent a landing team down to Jun-Cho's.
Gamm: Pick 'em up. If we want that ship, we can start by taking a few hostages.
Narrator: And so the local enforcers are dispatched, flying their skymounts with air-tearing haste. After all, its best that the welcoming committee not be late to greet guests.
Unioc Enforcer 1: We're in luck. Dispatch says that Jun-Cho has them corralled in his bar.
Unioc Enforcer 2: Maybe not. . . isn't that Jun-Cho's bouncer?
SFX: WHUMP
Narrator: It is, and it's unfortunate for him that he does not bounce better.