The bored-looking sentry at Rigormortis’s VIP door spoke into his wrist and waited for a response while he routinely sized up the quartet in front of him. No such response was heard, but after about a minute spent staring at each other in the light evening air – and to Django’s mild yet pleasant surprise - he stepped silently backwards to the door and held it open for them.

Garda-Villis was a large planet with surface landmasses covering only about fifteen percent of its surface.  When Django Beldt's air/raft exited the starport loaded with his newest clients there was nothing to see but the smooth arc of sulphur-tinctured water unblemished except for perhaps the clouds.