Vagrant Queen

This can't be right. Elida said Earth puppies were cute-‐

Oh, no.

The day before the big event

and Arriopa is already buzzing.

Early visitors are camping outside the grounds

hoping to secure prime spots

for the event everyone is talking about.

Pssh. Everyone.

We're only talking about it

because we're planning to take down the host.

Oh, another great map, by the way.

Thank you. It's missing a few details,

but it's all I can remember about the palace.

With Lazaro's promise of sharing Arriopan wealth,

planet leaders have been eager

to take the trek to this once royal planet.

But for general admittance, however, tickets are...

- We should just turn it off. ...- sold out.

That's right, tickets to the palace grounds are sold...

Is there another headliner?

Tickets are the least of our worries.

Yeah, we'll just mug someone.

Wow.

Been spending too much time with you guys.

Ooh, nice!

The Vraut we got for that scav job on Kyn Zeta.

You take payments in booze?

Only when it's the good stuff.

Wait. We have some seriously heavy planning to do.

Yeah, exactly. This is our

last night before we attempt the insane.

I say we make the most of this night.

To murdering Lazaro.

Okay, but... we plan while we drink.

Yeah.

Yes! Yes, I love that!

Or how about... this room?

With a machete?

- Whoa! - Decapitation.

- Ohh! - Nice.

A mounted Lazaro head.

It would work so well for our Feng Shui.

- Yeah. - I couldn't think

of a better team to plan a murder with.

Aw.

This can't be our last meal.

And there. WE are going all out.

Did you just order Kracho curry?

- Yeah. - Dude... that's my favourite!

Aw, you know it.

Oh... I love you guys.

And my Winni!

- Team Winni! - Team Winni!

I...I, uh, wanted to talk to you guys about something.

Uh...

- Winni? - There seems to be

a system power freeze activated remotely.

I cannot override it.

Power... freeze?

That can't be.

We have a doorbell?

Just something I've been playing with.

More importantly...

...who is it?

- Drop it. - Our ship, our rules.

Who the hell are you?

- You invited us, dear. - Come again?

When you didn't pay your fines.

We're with the Intergalactic Parking Authority

and have your ship in lockdown.

This is a Forced Retrieval program

to collect your exorbitant outstanding debt.

Oh, crackers.

Playing a game, were we?

- A party, more like. - Let's make this quick,

got two more impounds before the shift is over.

Am I right in thinking one of you owns this ship?

- No. - No, you don't own this ship?

- Yes. - So you do own the ship?

- No. - Yes.

There's still confusion as to who owns this ship?

- She does. - You do?

- I told you I don't. - Give us a clear answer!

- What was the question? - Who owns the bloody ship?!

I do! And there's no need to shout.

- I'm not shouting! - We're impounding your ship

so you'll all be heading down to our headquarters...

Mm, we're not going anywhere.

Oops.

'Scuse me.

- What's wrong with this guy? - Lloyd has the flu.

And you brought him onto our ship?

It's okay. I... I'll be better soon.

Everybody off. Now.

Whoa, you put 'em down, punks.

Oh, please, dear. If I had a unit for every time

a ticket evader pulled a gun on me...

Wait! We took your guns.

Where did you get those ones?

No shortage here.

Look, what if we just paid up now in full?

Certainly.

- Here's the amount. - Okay.

Oh... my...

I'll go get the unit reader.

Uh...

Guys, perhaps you could get our guests some snacks.

No time for that. Let's just...

Uh-uh. I could use a snack, actually.

Me too. I am famished.

We've been working split shifts the whole week.

That's true. Okay, fine.

But leave your guns.

Fine. Snacks, coming up.

So, uh, what do you reckon?

Too late for a Stun 'n Run?

Yeah, probably a straight Kill 'n Run now.

But give Amae a chance.

If anybody can fix it, she can.

That's true. But there's no way she'd be okay

with a bunch of murders on our Winni.

Mm, too much to clean. No, but seriously.

Have you ever seen the ship look this good?

Things are...

definitely better with her around.

You gonna keep ignoring it?

- Ignore what? - Come on.

You. And Amae.

Mm-mm, it's not like that.

It's not.

Look, Amae gets on with everyone.

We're just friends.

I don't know if she sees it like that.

I...I like...

how things are right now.

And...

I can't lose this again.

Mm, pass me a bowl.

Human in space, zero hand-eye coordination

- with a little bit of booze. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, El.

For everything.

Yeah, me too.

That, um...

stuff I said back on Wix about your family.

I didn't mean it.

Cool?

That looks like monkey brains.

Why is he at work?

Oh, the company doesn't pay for sick days, so...

I must warn you all that with

the increased oxygen production demands,

the power reserves are being affected.

We're wasting time. Eat up, then we're leaving.

I've told Kahn to prepare for the departure.

Is this soup all you have?

Dude! If you don't get the hell off my ship,

I'm gonna eject you from the airlock.

Poor baby. He caught it on holiday in Kafkaria,

didn't ya, honey? Oh, my gosh.

Well, I tell you what. That's off my bucket list.

I've seen so many places,

you can ask me about any of them.

I'm like an open book.

I'll unpack pretty much anything...

Ugh, are you afraid of silence?

So...

where were you all headin'?

- Nowhere. - Well,

since we're controlling your ship,

let's have a look.

Looks like you're charging for a hop to Arriopa.

You're going to the party? Me too.

They... they sold out, don't you know?

But I... I know people.

I've even got me a spare ticket.

Thanks, but, uh, I'm married.

- Oh... - No.

- Not them. - Oh.

No, she's in a different galaxy. It's a long story.

This one is just unfair.

Parking on an octuple line in a septuple crossing?

Sounds pretty simple to me.

Seven lines here. Eight lines here.

Park here, don't park here!

You know, I was annoyed with them.

Sure, they make dumb decisions,

like accepting payments in booze...

Which you cannot pay your parking tickets with!

But now I understand.

The Parking Authority are just a bunch

of criminals in matching suits!

Okay, break time's over. Let's go.

Whoever that is, that is my leg.

It's the power reserves. Winni!

Boosting power now.

- Who shot him? - Someone took my gun.

- Oh, likely story. - It was you. Or one of you.

- Excuse me, why us? - 'Cause you have motive.

- What motive? - You owe us money you can't pay.