Walking through the corridors of the station along with D-65 heading towards the docking point of the Altair. The droid's steps made a clanking noise echo through the metal corridors with evan's boots barely making a noticable noise. The station's personell seemed to ignore them, aside from the occasional "Excuse me or make way" and sometimes either giving a nod or saying a simple "Greetings". As usual everyone aboard the station has his or her own job and is focused on doing that trying to keep outside interference to a minimum. In the background sometimes you hear someone talking through the speakers either announcing something or asking for a certain person or team to go to a certain position. The two finally reached their destination the airlock leading to the Altair. Three guards were standing near it all of them armed to the teeth. As Evan and D6 approached them they motioned to stop with their hands.
" I need to see your ID sir." Said one of the guards standing at the airlock.
Evan not even answering apart from giving a quick nod reached into his pocket and grabbed his card handing it over to the guard. Naturally they found no discrepancies and allowed them to pass. Reaching the first checkpoint inside the ship. This time the procedures were a bit longer and the guards were even asking some questions but one doesn't have to fear if one has nothing to hide. After recieving the internal ID cards they made their way to the Research sector. Passing through the internal checkpoints. Evan can't help but wonder why the confidence in the human personell. The order most likely has its reasons for its MO but there is a reason he is using droids when dealing with special potentially dangerous objects. Plus droids require no food and no payment. Finally arriving at Taylor's office. Their escort who showed them the ship was kind enough to inform them that Director Taylor is working on the case. Knocking on the metal door Evan took a step back and waited for the door to open.
