Location: Enigma Station
Planet: Deep Space
Kieran, Mae and Laris descend out of the cargo ramp. Enigma station feels old. The air stale, the air a mélange of oil, sweat and, to Kieran, a bit of despair.
The cargo bay of the Relentless closes behind them. The landing bay is empty minus the landing lights, which flicker and sputter in out of life.
Kieran loosens his pistol in its holster and covers it with his jacket. He slings his pack over his left shoulder and the three make their way through the airlock.
They find themselves in a dimly lit passenger lounge - probably from a time when the station was much busier.
"Where is everyone? Is everyone dead?" Laris look at Mae, her eyes a bit wide. Mae reaches out and grabs her by the hand.
"It'll be alright, don't worry." Mae tugs on her arm gently.
They exit the lounge on the far side and spot a dimly lit, decaying sign that points them towards the main concourse of the station. The letters are faded and a bit hard to read.
"Looks promising, I guess." Kieran's green eyes glint in the flickering lights.
The station is in great disrepair. Signage is old, faded, dented and worn. The lights that aren't broken, flicker and sputter in and out of life. The metal walls and flooring are scratched and scored with dents. Litter collected in the corners.
"Ain't seen a place like this before - maybe we can find the harbormaster's office…" Kieran's voice fades as they step into the main concourse.
…And collides with a very large black man wearing a vacsuit covered by a large robe. "Watch where you're going!"
Kieran backs up and looks up several inches to meet the mans gaze.
"Oh, I don't recognize you." The man looks down his nose at Kieran. "You must be new here. Don't get many visitors these days." He points up at a view screen. "Shit here is so busted that the guidance system doesn't tell us if there are arrivals these days."
"I’m Warden," Kieran states calmy. He gestures at Mae and Laris, "These are my friends. Looking for information and also some repairs to our ship."
"Well, Warden, my name is Ulan Sato." He puts his large hand out and shakes Kieran's hand. "I may be able to help with both. Come along, let's find you a berth to get situated."
Ulan lead through several passages, not talking much. They barely saw any other people, and after a few minutes, Ulan brought them to what appeared to be an old hotel.
"The Drunken Pod, may not be the classiest place. But it's the only place we keep up. Feel free to grab whatever rooms you want." Ulan points down the hallway that leads to the sleeping units.
"You may have noticed, we ain't a bustling hub of commerce anymore. I've been here several years, and there's less and less of us."