The Cerulean Wolf sailed effortlessly through the sea of empty space. The blue paint of its hull stood in stark contrast with the darkness of space behind it. However, this coloring was a blessing and a curse; this particular Majesty-class freighter was a smuggler’s ship and the bright color could serve as a warning to potential targets of the Cerulean Wolf’s crew. “Do you think that’s funny, Jon? I will rip out your circuitry!” shouted the captain. “You’re right,” Ralina muttered. “I guess I owe you an apology, Jon?” “Fifteen minutes,” Jon answered. “No. Thank you, Jon,” Ralina responded kindly.