Oh, for the love of...
Daltar was becoming increasingly thankful that what passed for security was a ramshackle affair at best on this planet; it was likely that the "officers" who were trying to accost his volatile passenger were really just glorified enforcers for whatever cartel had claimed this sector. That meant they likely wouldn't give more than a halfhearted pursuit, assuming that they managed to get into orbit.
"Hey, hey," he called out to his new friend, as he lowered the landing hatch and clambered aboard the Aphelion, "You only paid for transport for one; and I am not helping you take hostages. She stays!" He primed the liftoff engines and crossed his fingers that no one else had been given launch clearance, because he certainly wasn't about to try to request it, under the circumstances. "The sooner we get you to the arena, the sooner you can take that aggression out on someone more your size! And for the record, I have no idea why the arenas are on the moon, but if you want to get there, I suggest ditching your impromptu date before her friends bring up any heavy artillery."
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