I turned to the crew. “Meantime, folks, this ship is now officially impounded, and you’re under arrest for transporting stolen cultural artifacts.” One of the Yonnox peered back at me blankly. “That’s a thing?” I sighed. “Yes, sir, that’s a thing. Perry will explain it to you.” Perry nodded. “And I shall use suitably simple, ideally one-syllable words to do it.” “To do what?” the Yonnox asked. Perry turned to look at me, his amber gaze one of resignation. “You might as well go do something else, Van. This is gonna take a while.”
