This crate contain dimensional rings that bends space in a way so it acts as a nice little pocket to store our customers belongings. You two idiots put it beside our GRAVITY GENERATOR. If you don’t know how gravity works, you better be grateful that I check the cargo and didn’t turn on the engine. -- Anon Guest
[AN: Dimensionally transcendent spaces usually don't mix with scifi (Doctor Who is a documentary lol) and can be a problem for drama purposes]
It finally happened. B'Nar had heard about Shayde's trickery with pocket realities and decided to experiment with making their own. B'Nar always did push the line between sufficiently advanced technology and sufficiently analysed magic.
The result of their experiments, besides several craters and one entrance to another dimension where nobody came back the same, was a pair of rings the size of hula hoops and a small library's worth of cautionary instructions.
Some of which were on the transit packaging.
Even with all those cautionary moves, it was still almost a disaster. The device had been purchased by a Deregger CEO, who insisted on a Deregger crew for the cargo vessel. The Alliance Captain knew most Deregger sorts and covertly slipped them all the standard You Too Can Defect comic book.
Deregger peons aren't strong readers, and some cautions on the packing crate were not in easy-to-understand pictograms. Their ingrained need for efficiency also meant that they were wont to place cargo containers in non-standard places to leave room for more profitable wares.
They were the exact kind of people who saw a Gravy Drive[1] chamber and see a comically large area of unused and very useful free space.
Fortunately, Captain Grex was paranoid enough to check up on everything before launch. Also fortunately, the attending Nae'hyn not only noticed, but could also read the multilingual warnings. Some immediately sped for the captain. Others attempted to move the container to a safer place and thereby began a conflict with the Dereggers.
It was almost a brawl when Grex entered the scene. In such cases, owning a piercing whistle is most efficacious.
Once everyone was done resettling their earwax, Grex got on with chewing them out. "This is not a cargo space! This is a space for vital shipboard equipment. Anyone stowing anything in here, or anywhere NOT a cargo hold, is gonna get their nadgers tied to a doorknob! And then I start flakking swinging!"
The Dereggers were very used to hinged doors, so the threat worked despite the fact that there were no doorknobs, nor swinging doors on board. The Dereggers were quick to hustle the cargo into the correct area.
When they finally got out of port and started the long journey back? That was when they'd all get an educational lecture about why safety protocols existed.
[1] Alliance slang for the Gravity Generator that is not only used for shipboard gravity, but also propulsion in normal space. The nickname also adequately describes what happens to the crew if it malfunctions.
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