"As agreed, the lounge is not a bad starting place anyway. It's like the station's junk trap for gossip, if there is anything worth knowing in the layers of scum at the bottom it gets filtered through there. It so happens I have an acquaintance there I want to check in with anyway."

Orion says with a nod, feeling the ship hum slightly underfoot as it preps to accept the docking clamps and pressurise the airlock system.

[color=cyan]Docking complete, will we be introducing Master Oh'len to Gnabik seeing as he reached out to us both?[/color]

The ship informed them, not caring that it was admitting it had been monitoring the comms or that Orion may have been keeping his own message to his chest. The bounty hunters' shoulders rose and fell in an exasperated sigh as he geared up. Slipping his own sidearm into a docker holster under his arm and stuffing a few other bits and pieces he'd probably need on the station into his pocket.

"Gnabik is a bit of a mixed bag, and that putting it politely, if he didn't have such a erratic talent for intrigue I think someone would have vented him years ago. He is useful, occasionally anyway, so even if what he wants today is a waste of time it's worth shaking him down for intel."

Orion checked a few meter readings and then pushed a few fragmented maps files over to Oh'len's device. They were based on the old plans that had been data mined from station systems years ago but had partially updated to show gang zones, unsafe or blocked sections and other bits of miscellaneous information.

"That's probably about 30% accurate and it is missing huge chunks of area, but if we get separated it means you should be able to get back to this dock as long as you can make your way to the main hub first.

Nin, settle up with the dock system for our fees and make sure we're cleared to leave and keep docked here for a few days without any hassle. Try not to gossip any more also will you?"

He tell's the ship and the holographic display flickers in offence.