Yet another new arrival, a Hacker-tagged Sabre in outstanding condition, with a light grey-and-purple paint job slowly swept the ice field, the pilot looking for his prey... "Ah, well, I suppose I'll catch him later... Hm, what's this?" As the pilot slowed the ship down, disabling his weapons systems, he saw a large object on his scanners, instantly recognizing it as a Luxury Liner. Curious, he flew closer to investigate. When he saw that there were lights from within, ships moored at it displaying all sorts of affiliations, and the ship itself not broadcasting an IFF of any particular sort, he could resist it no more and flew to the docking bay. To his surprise, the doors opened.
Walking through the corridors of the ship, he saw a sign that said "Bar here" and entered. He adjusted his tight-fitting jacket for a moment and walked up to the bar, leaning on it with one arm. "You have any Bretonian Blue here?" he says.