"That old geezer."
"Let him be, I'm too lazy to see him anyway. If we meet he'll probably start dawdling and nagging. Seriously, he actually refuses to see me! If I hadn't sweet-talked him out of prison, he'd have died in there ages ago! Whatever, I'll respect my first officer."
"Miss Mimili will arrive at your side in half a Galaxy Time."
"Make sure to reserve at least two extra Galaxy Time for me! This is my final bit of stubbornness!"
"Uh, then when will you write a letter to your hometown?"
"When Mimili gets here. I still haven't figured out how to write it," Yang Ming insisted, "I need inspiration."
"Understood!"
Four Galaxy Time later.
...
Ilando Star, Space Port.
A more than five-hundred-meter-long transport ship, painted in an over-the-top gold, was slowly pulling away from the Space Port.
It didn't need to queue, nor wait for the airspace to clear; it sailed straight toward the jump point.
