In a dark isolated chamber, dotted by constellations of flickering lights, a sole projection device swirled light exploding into a holographic display. The reciprocal device would receive a signal in turn, authenticated swiftly; mostly devoid of content. Inside the projected void, a single capsule provided shape for the emitter, its lids parting in half to unearth jets of vapor and a body within. The occupant's eyes were closed, her expression bitter from the interruption. Her legs were the first to recover sensation, a knee shooting up from the R&R chamber, followed by a hand and a drowsy pale face.
Threadripper turned toward Synk's image, taking her time to read the situation, her features easing into a more professional expression. She forced a thin smile and spoke up:
"Greetings, it seems you have caught me at a strange time," she said flickering a series of messages away from a personal data assistant's screen. Nana's brow furrowed at one, giving its disposal derisive attention, before an item on the list received confirmation. She smiled at the holo display with a casual wave, and said "You are authorized to dock. Alas, I will have to delay our meeting 900 seconds past schedule. Please enjoy the care of station staff once you are inside."
The image then cut off, the audio on the other side muted, uplink left up to the Venator to terminate. The station sent the ship's navigator official confirmation over comms, laying out a path of green and red lights outside its hull, indicating the entry corridor. Small fleets of cutters and maintenance pods scattered away like wildlife discovering stalking giant. Long range sensors indicated a nearby automated mining vessel firing forward thrusters in a sudden stop, nearby traffic giving way to the captain's ship in unnatural unison, instantly reacting to the station's whims. Its mooring point wiggled into activity, robotic arms waiting to take his ship into their embrace and grant passage to the inner cloister of the research facility.
