Gregorio looked the people up and down. Most were human, except the one that talked to them, this "Odo" character. Although their uniforms were strange, Gregorio could only assume that these people were Space Forces. "My name is Gregorio Stensia. I apologize," He began "I had no idea that this was a Space Forces installation. We were under the impression it was Outlaw territory. Well, it is always a pleasure to be here, can you tell me, who is the CO of this station, I still have a few friends from my days in the Federations proud navy." He smiled at Odo. Meanwhile, Malla put her head close to If I, sniffing his face.

"You look funny. You're not human." Gregorio shot her a look that might have melted the back of her skull, had he been as powerful as Lance.

"I apologize. This is my wife, Malla, she means Well, but you know how Ctarl-Ctarl are. Blunt and subtle as a Munchausen reactor overload." He tried to smile again, but now he was embrassed. Luckily, they were saved by a member of the Trafalgars crew, a Silgrian, fetching their weapons to take back to the ship. Lance kept his staff.

"My leg isn't very good," he explained "I need this to walk." As the crew of the Odyssey told them of their ability to help, he looked at their uniforms. Much closer to those of the Space Forces he remembered.

"What do you mean 'Our technology is closer to yours' we, besides the good chief and my wife, are all human?" He was puzzled, but that could wait until their shop was spaceworthy again. "Alright, I'll show you to our Engine room, our chief engineer is Lorgon, I know our species don't see eye-to-eye, but trust me, you won't find a better engineer." He then turned around. "Lance, meet with the station commander. Find out all of the technicals. Star-charts, docking fee's, resupplies, the works. And Malla," The Ctarl-Ctarl turned to him "Please try to behave..." He sighed. She saluted in response.