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Alisa stood outside the spaceport’s gates. Civilians were not allowed here without special permission.
“You may pass,” the security guard said, briefly glancing at her Road Pass. “What’s the matter? You can go now.”
(Come on, I went through a lot of trouble to get that Road Pass, at least look at it for more than a second! Hmph.)
There’s a building inside the spaceport that issues passports. (-40 MESETA as the processing fee for the PASSPORT)
As Alisa boarded the red-bodied spacecraft, her heart danced. She hadn’t been out in space in a number of years. An image floated past her eyes of herself as a child, her brother pulling her hand as they boarded a spaceship years past.
The spacecraft lifted off right on schedule. Freeing itself from gravitational forces, it took off and headed towards the planet Motavia.