the smuggler’s bible

Grazny

Grazny hauls her ass to the spaceport in the middle of the night to stand yawning with the rest of the transition team while they wait for the big wig’s shuttle to land.

This is necessary generally for reasons of decorum and specifically because the gentleman in question neglected the opportunity to synchronize with local time during his trip (agreed unanimously by those present to be a dick move).

When Tabellarius Zvonomir disembarks, he shakes hands and makes small talk down the line. Grazny is the last stop.

“Logistics officer,” he says, “I am advised that there is a wrinkle.”