Tson A bunch of Sentinel patrol stations are crawling to the freighters, and collect a few notes.
"Cap?"
"Aye?"
"The hell is this? Medics disposing of waste in OUR space?"
"Er, I've heard something about voting. Call in a Transport, we can vac these up."
"Cap, space is already in vacuum."
"..."
"Let's just throw a nuke here and dispose of space trash in style."
"Wait, do these say just the names? Didn't they vote for titles? Oh for..."
A newly built Banshee arrives and launches a torpedo in the general direction of the voting papers.
"Hospitaliers, it is recommended for you to jump away at once before the nuke blows up your incorrect votes. I am sorry to say, but we were voting for titles as all these officials are already in their place. Good time of day. Please leave at once, the torpedo is arriving in 42 seconds."