Tony walked down the ramp. "That's mean, or not even an insult. What kind of range is the Star Destroyer from them? What kind of weaponry are they using?" He flashed a wink to the Weequays. "Don't worry about my friend here, he's a big kidder aren't you Tor?" He gave Tony a pat on the back. "So... take me to your leader." They just turned to a figure wearing robes. Tony turned to his companion. "Oh lord. Please don't let this be a nutbag."


[color=yellow][h1][b]MEANWHILE[/b][/h1][/color]

Elsewhere on the station everyone who was brought by the mysterious call got sent a simple message via their commlinks, datapads or however they kept track of communications.


Simply read "Bay 5"



[b]Tony and Tor[/b]

"I'm not a religious nutbag. That is not a nice way to adresss your Employer, [i]Tony[/i]." The man took down his hood. In all he wasn't very imposing. Almost six foot tall, not very broad shouldered. White hair with a well trimmed beard. What got Tony was the green eyes, they seemed to pierce you if you looked into them. Like he wasn't looking at you he was looking into who you were... He was a man who obviously a man who knew what he was doing. "What do you think of my little investment?""You could do better. It's a bit dirty, and a bit broken." 

The man merely shrugged. "It's supposed to be, this stations on a hyperspace lane. Eventually the authorities are going to shut it down no matter how much I bribe them. It's expendable.""So, pleasantries aside, what's the job?""I'll tell you that when your teammates get here."

Tony just gave Tor a look of confusion. "Teammates? We don't really need a team."