Barrier Gate Station - Office C7 - Floor 4

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"Request to dock granted, please proceed to dock two."

The grainy robotic voice reverberated through the cockpit, and the receiving pilot wondered briefly if there actually was any alternative reply from Barrier Gates' famously restriction-free docking control. With a soft pressure on the throttle he guided the ship towards the slowly opening hangar and prepared the landing thrusters, firing only at the last moment. With a roar, the aging Eagle came to a juddering halt on the bay floor and, with the pressure stablised, its boarding hatch fell open with a metallic clang.

Removing his flight helmet and securing the ship, Vale prepared to enter the station proper. Wisely, given the rough crowd that were wont to gather here, he kept a concealed sidearm about his person and a solid distrust of passers-by. In good time he found himself before the C7 office on the fourth floor.

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The first thing to greet him through the door was a tempting aroma of coffee, which he inhaled hungrily; it'd been a long flight from New London, and tiredness had already began to set into his bones at the thought of being able to rest soon enough. But first, he had to meet with these recruitment folks, whoever they may be. Hopefully, all would work out well.

"Vale Waters," he announced as he reached a reception desk, behind which sat a young woman with her attention elsewhere. "I'm here for Faze recruitment, is this the right place?" He glanced around uncertainly at the otherwise empty room. It wasn't large by any account, but the lack of people in the otherwise busy hub of a station gave it an eerily unused feel.

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