Someone was running through the dojoville spaceport. It was a man, looking like he was in his early thirties, dressed in a grey shirt, pushing to the side traders, pilots, anyone who got in his way, towards the exports section. He rammed through the door into the export lounge, a look of mild displeasure on his face. "WHO THE F*** STOLE MY F***ING SHIP?" [spoiler]open, more light hearted post[/spoiler]