A pockmarked Serenity Transport arrived at the small station sitting out in a dense field of rocks. Emblazoned on the side of the transport were the words "Summer Queen" along with a woman posing sensually directly above the letters. The medium sized transport eased towards one of the many mooring ports on the outside of the rocky outpost before settling into it's clamps.
Climbing out of the captains chair was a younger woman roughly in her mid twenties. Her features were that of a Libertonian with a hint of something else. She'd never met the "DNA donor" for that particular side of her family and had no intentions of doing so even if the bitch offered her endless wealth. Her eyes a steely blue, almost silver, which always gave people pause when first meeting her. They either wanted to ravish her or shoot her out of jealousy. Neither particularly thrilled her which was why meeting new people in person always irritated her. Her hair, as usual, was a mess. She often spent many hours behind the controls by herself so she rarely needed to "spruce herself up" as her father might say. It was even a dark color of black like her fathers, though she regularly dyed it various colors just for fun.
She was here, at this station, to buy it from it's current owners. A Freelancer research group or some such. She didn't much care for meeting with them and had wanted to purchase the station behind a veil of anonymity but new trade requirements dictated that there needed to be a bill of sale or something to be able to properly and legally transfer ownership. She scoffed at the notion of doing things by the book. She'd never been one to follow the rules, after all.
She reached the airlock and entered the code to exit the ship. It's left door opened with ease, while the right door clattered and shook on it's railing. She kicked the door once and it made a "clunk!" noise as it slid into the side of the ship. She muttered something about a Liner never having that trouble before she strolled off the ramp and into the greater station at large.
Long corridors, empty rooms and a single central room filled to the brim with varying shapes of wall panels and electrical wiring. The skeleton crew on board the station had found the station's core code module, one that broadcasts Ageira's proprietary signalling. A makeshift display was rigged up closeby scrolling through numerous blocks of code, with a secondary one adjacent to it showing one part frozen in place. A handful of lights start blinking erratically paired up with a loud alarm.
"May someone please tell me what that alarm is for?"
"Excuse me, Albert. I rigged up the docking clamps to the auditory system here. In case we have any surpris- Wait, that means someone is here!"
"We do not have enough hands as it is. Please do be quick Vasquez. I am expecting someone."
"Now you tell us."
It takes all of 5 minutes to reach the docking bay, where the exterior clamps extend to moor the larger vessels onto Ikarus Station. Once Vasquez arrived, they were greeted with someone who had their back turned to them, facing their own ship which is displayed through the gigantic viewing window.
