Rob watched as the lift descended from the deck above. A ship, cleverly wrapped in a pretty blue tarp, sat in the middle of the lift attached to a hover-dolly. He raised his hand in a friendly greeting. His trademark brightly colored Hawaii shirt contrasted sharply on the rusty colored walls behind him.
"No need to hide things. There's only a handful of us on duty this time of night." Rob called out as he approached the platform. Entering the final location for the dolly and backing out of the way as it automatically pulled the fighter into the farthest corner of the bay. Large black tarps hung from ceiling acting as partitions. Which would allow them a measure of privacy, for whatever that was worth on this tiny station.
"Alrighty lets see what we're working with" he said to no one in particular while he set to work cutting away at the straps and blue tarp. No doubt interested in the actual condition of the craft. Pausing for a moment to wipe the sweat forming on his forehead he addressed the pair watching him, "So, what brings you two to the edge...its not often Tarancon gets a transmission of any kind, let alone one from the Arbiter." His eyes narrowed a bit "A man might wonder what you offered him for such attention."
