<h1>Comic script-“Space Business”</h1>


    <h2>Orbital view of Verdant</h2>


    Title: planet Verdant


    <h2>Admissions office in the Verdant chapter building of the spacefarer’s union</h2>


    Admissions officer: (reading from computer) You are Victor Felfedez?, 25 standard years of age, have a Masters of Thaumotechnical Engineering and Moderate Technopathic ability. Is any of this information incorrect?


    Victor: Negative.


    <h2>*same* officer looks up at victor, retinal scanner thing pops up, officer points at it</h2>


    AO: Well you already passed the professional spacefarer exam so all you need to do is look here, so I can produce your ID card. Do you have any implants that may interfere with a Thaumetric identification?


    Victor: no.


    <h2>*same* victor is looking into scanner</h2>


    Scanner: vvwoop vvwoop


    <h2>*same* victor looks up, card pops out of scanner</h2>


    Scanner: ding!


    AO: Here’s your ID card , welcome to the Spacefarer’s Union!


    <h2>Victor is walking out of the chapter building, he is talking into a wrist device</h2>


    Olde_Reliable_Ai: Well that was quick.


    Victor: I did most of the registration on the web before hand so this was mostly a formality. Did you find any ships within our price range?


    ORA: I did one better, I found an old Stelltech LU-3. It looks to be in good condition too.


    <h2>Victor is walking down the street towards a tram station, he looks both surprised and suspicious</h2>


    Victor: *@#&! There is no way I can afford one of those, even in poor condition, what’s wrong with it.


    ORA: …well…It’s missing some of the electrical system and the folding arms are broken, but other than that it’s fine.


    Victor: What you just described is bad condition…but…send me the link anyway.


    <h2>Victor boards the tram, he switches on a H.U.D. in his glasses which will be represented with a glowing rectangle in front of his face, the H.U.D. shows a listing for the ship as well as a picture of it</h2>


    Victor: well I probably could fix it. Most of the parts I would need I could get from a scrapyard nearby and I know were to find a fabricator for the rest.


    ORA: I knew you would say that.


    Victor: