Senth glanced at his Compad to see several alerts sent to him via the station's internal system. A few were adverts for stores selling food, pharmaceuticals and trade goods; one advert in particularly came across as rather suspicious and Senth wondered if they were selling something illegal. It seemed quite a risk to broadcast that on an open network. Amongst the garish, boasting advertisements were buried three job offers. In particular, his interest was piqued by mention of Spike Drives, a technology that still seemed so far removed from that which he grew up with that he still couldn't quite believe they existed. Either way, the prospect of getting back to work had Senth itching to leave. He headed back to the ship and reached the hangar a little earlier than the crew had agreed to rendezvous. 

As the blast doors dutifully slid open, a swell of the sounds of fusing metal and whirring automated machines emanated from the enormous room. His now familiar craft was still being worked on, though the finishing touches by the repair bots were merely external, so Senth approached the ship to board. A smell of solder permeated the air. As Senth climbed aboard, the sounds outside became muffled, and soon began to die off as the remaining tasks were finished one by one.