“Huh? Oh, right.” Light looked up from the interface he was using inside his suit. He was shopping for essential supplies to try and stave off buyer’s remorse for the scarabs. They had cost a lot more than he’d been looking to spend, and there was still more investment needed. He sorely hoped another job would come their way soon.

“I was thinking…Maybe we should move our base to somewhere clients know to find us? This place is cheap but…well…” He looked around at the other ships docked nearby. Some looked like they hadn’t flown in a century, with all manner of personal effects littering the ground. “It doesn’t exactly scream ‘hauliers for hire’. Maybe we should dock at one of the container ports instead? Or one of the markets even. What do you think?”