"Only one way to find out, babe." Neil said, realizing the scans could easily be misconstrued based on a variety of gravitational, not to mention darkspace, factors. He unclasped his belt and and hopped up, a fire dancing in his eyes that promised adventure and not a small amount of danger. "Lonney, bring us in and dock us with the station if you please." He said. Just in case Sayeeda would protest, Neil gave her a wink. "Can't be sure unless we look. Speaking of which...we got an extra one of your submachine guns?" 

Looking around, they didn't. But Neil did find a small flamegun that he'd take with him. It was a rare weapon used near the turn of the 3rd millennium. Somehow the liquid-concoction would burn you even in the vaccumm of space, though don't ask Neil how that was possible. Well, perhaps it burned even without the napalm-like substance actually being aflame. Putting on his space suit and hooking on his sidearm and flamer, he then set his rebreather on just in case. 

The two of them waited within the cargo bay as Lonney slowly lowered them into position. Hailing the people inside that they were landing wasn't an option, as they had received no reply for a variety of possible reasons. Outside the hatch window, the dead of space stared back at them. Hopefully the interior of the base had people Neil and Sayeeda could converse with. It gave Lonney time to find ways to get into a good RIP tide, because so far they'd come up short on that account. 

"Roight lads n' lasses, get yer knickers ready and we'll open up." Lonney announced, the greenlight above them indicating the outer door that would lead to the runway could now be opened manually. "Ladies first, I take it?" Neil asked her, gloved hand on his high caliber pistol. Within, they'd find a long hallway that would lead to the innerhatch that would in turn, lead into the station. Beyond that was anyone's guess. 
[@Penny]