The good news is, Captain Rick O'Shea and I were able to secure a good-sized shipment of Old Janx Spirit from the Saculegroeg Galaxy:
The bad news is, it turns out that the starship Bistromath is not actually owned by Captain O'Shea, but rather the legal possession of one Slartibartfast, who called the police in our absence. Fortunately, before the police could arrive at our location orbiting the Rigel system, I was able to activate a personal transportation device I had "acquired" from the Star Trek museum, and was able to make it back to my ship in time to snap this photograph:
I won't be repeating that particular trick, as using a transporter beam is unpleasantly like being drunk.
