[i]dojo ville spaceport[/i] The metal floors gleamed in the dojo spaceport, a man in a large grey hoodie was talking-well, shouting with gestures, at an old trader. "Well look young man, I don't really care where you're from, but I'm transporting goods so dangerous I'm not even allowed to put down the box, let alone sell it! It may be a bioweapon for all you know!" Unbeknownst to the trader, a small shimmer was behind him at his side, as a small black card started to slide out of his pocket.