Diarmuid and Bodach shared a smirk. The blue droid spoke up: “Fair enough. Suit yourself lad.”

Major stared into Senjen’s eyes, as if assessing his answers against some esoteric exam in his head. His expression gave little away, until eventually he nodded. “Very well, lets board the public side of the terminal and figure out a plan from there. We can watch some transports on their approach to see if an EVA is possible, but we can’t afford to lose you to some unnecessary gamble. It is imperative we get to the surface.”

“I’ll put some feelers out for people aboard who can spoof work clearance or something.” Diarmuid agreed.