[center][h3][i]ISS Soaring Sparrow[/i][/h3][/center]
Our group finds themselves exiting the Praxis Warp Gate in proximity of the local trading hub known as Harkon Station in Federation space. The station is abuzz with activity as ships come and go. The majority of vessels traveling through this area of space are trade ships, making a living transporting cargo from one place to another. Federation police ships lazily drift about space scanning periodically for contraband and troublemakers. All in all Praxis 'airspace' is fairly mundane and uneventful. The [i]Soaring Sparrow[/i] was on it's way transporting some raw Nickel ore to a buyer on Harkon Station.
[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Quick-Hands Kyo[/color][/h3][/center]
Aboard the [i]Sparrow[/i] on the bridge sits a rather bored looking Kyo at the helm, casually smoking a cigarette as she tends to minor course corrections. [color=ed1c24]I hate boring jobs...[/color] She said to no one in particular. It was times like these that Kyo got a bit anxious. Despite completely understanding the need for them to conduct these simple runs it was still irritating to be doing something so pedestrian as transporting cargo. Some days she really missed the excitement of being a Marine, taking out low-life scum and cruising around the 'verse. She got to thinking: [i]Maybe we can find something exciting to do here?[/i] 

Suddenly the comms came to life and a rather average man came up on the screen. "This is Harkon Station Traffic Control to unidentified vessel. Please declare yourself and your purpose here so we may direct you accordingly." The rehearsed and monotone nature of his speech made it clear that he had been at his job for a long time. [color=ed1c24]"[i]ISS Soaring Sparrow[/i] requesting docking permission for cargo shipment to Harkon Station."[/color] Kyo replied with an equally monotone demeanor. "State sponsored or private merchant?" [color=ed1c24]"Private merchant."[/color] "Please proceed to docking bay Bravo(B)-14, docking frequency 001.25.693. Have a pleasant stay." The entire ordeal was fairly mundane. 

Kyo switched to the docking frequency and let the station's automated docking system take over. In just a minute they would be docked at Harkon Station, dropping off the cargo, and hoepfully moving on to something more exciting. She could only hope that there was some kind of bounty on a pirate in the local system, there usually was and the pay would be much better than any cargo run they could find here.