> At last they arrived at the station. Docking was not an unusual event.
> They were situated a in an available birth that was midway between what
> could have been called the Promenade and the farthest docking area. They
> would be there with a short 8-10 minute walk.
>
> On station, there were beings of just about all descriptions. There were
> Bajorans, Cardassians, Ferengi, Humans, Packlids, Gorn, etc. A true mixing
> bowl of different cultures that shared one culture- trade, commerce, and the
> hidden world of illegal activity. The station itself was nothing
> spectacular. The outside looked like an old, rundown Starfleet starbase.
> The inside was different. While vaguely similar to a Federation deisgned
> facility, it was better suited to it's purpose in this life- servicing ships
> and play host to all sorts of.... interesting beings and agendas.
>
> Matt checked his weapon quickly, then reholstered it. He also took a moment
> to check his walking stick-sword, and then involuted it to a one decimeter
> cylinder which he slid into his pocket. "Ready?" he asked.
Cax'Pa Nabru nodded as she slipped out of her seat and checked her
disrupter. Then, after she made sure that her blade was properly
positioned in her boot, she said, "Ready."
> He locked down the ship, then headed through the docking hatch and into the
> station, turning toward the Promenade. "You've been here before?" Matt
> asked.
"Once, fifteen years ago. Doesn't look like much has changed," she
replied, keeping in stride with him. "Have you got a plan?"
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