Hal: Nothing overtly threatening, but then they don't know who we are.
Comm: Coronet Star, what's your cargo?
Hal: We're carrying duresteel inggots. Transmitting manifest now.
Comm: Recieved, prepare to be scanned, stand by.
Comm: You're cleared Coronet Star. Set your autopilot to the becon and land at pad fourteen.
Hal: Much ablidged, locking autopilot in now, E.T.A. 5 minutes. Coronet Star, out.
*To Deac.* Lets hope they don't suss us now.