472 More Guests

The party had moved into a slower-paced nighttime mode, and the ship's clock was almost to morning again when Max received a message about more vessels incoming to the planet.

These ones hadn't identified as Border Nations, and they weren't Mercenary vessels, but they had refused to answer any hails from Terminus or the other vessels present.

[Nico, wake your ass up. I need a ship identification, and I need it now.] Max ordered.

[Keep your panties on. I will find out who they are.] Nico laughed, and Max distantly felt her thoughts over on the far side of the ship where the Innu guests who were still awake were brainstorming ways to modify the Materials Printers that wouldn't violate Alliance laws.