Glowing softly in the dappled waves of light in vacuum from distant Neezie, the small scoutship of shining burl operated by the agent known as Cornucopia completed a tricky corkscrew manuver which brought it to relative rest in the shadow of a gigantic mass of hurtling stone, with matched velocities perfectly maintaining the position of the scout vessel only a few hundred meters away from the gray, pocked, space-shined surface of the asteroid. The agent locked his controls and stood up from his small cockpit, and reached for the polished wooden tabs activating the commnet device. "Cornucopia ... no change in relative position of Enterprise. Vessel seems unable to boldly go. No further sight of small scout vessel leaving under cloak field. Cornucopia out...".

He shook his head, wondering at the apparent complete lack of enterprise on the Enteprrise's part.