Notes
Flown by Max Relf. Purchased from a used civilian ship fleet for a pittance. Previous Bithian owner had used it as their primary dwelling and recording studio in endless orbit around Clak'dor VII. Inside is covered with Bithian poetry, doodles, graffiti, and concert posters. Sound system is nicest thing aboard. There are ample juri juice stains and hookah burns in its thick violet carpeting. Smell of Ghank herb still permeates the ship when the ventilation system engages.
You get what you pay for, or, as Figrin D'an says, 'the jizz you make is equal to the jizz you take'.