Ben's hardly one to talk about melodrama, so he only smiles as he continues looking over the beaten-up ship. There'll need to be a replacement window, the vockpit will need reworking, the paint job will need a touch-up, and then there will be the matter of a personal touch.

After all, he made the deal for this thing. Whoever owned it before, and looking at Misfire's collection it could have been anyone, it's his now.

"She certainly is something special," he tells Misfire as he dusts off its front. "We used to be enemies. A little like in that one Earth play I read once - except in that one both of them died."