Tellariel Sigma looked like a dull glass marble, hardly different than the surrounding space. Frankly, there wasn't much to look at, so it really didn't matter. Blue Heaven, on the other hand, was brightly lit. The station was fairly large, and could easily accomodate several ships much larger than the one Crowe Industries had provided. Despite that, however, something didn't seem right. The phrase that popped to mind was "The lights are on, but no one is home." The comms were dead silent, and the only traffic originating nearby they could find at all, on any channel, was the station's automated location beacons.
The tall, middle-aged executive who owned the station, looked at it broodingly. "This is John Crowe, president of Crowe Industries. Security protocol M37HSL4. I repeat, this is John Crowe. Respond." The hail was ignored. After about thirty seconds of dead air, Crowe shook his head. "If they won't answer that, they won't answer at all." He pointed one of the docking bays out to Derek Longshaw, who'd talked his way into piloting the long distance shuttle. "That's the maintainence dock. It'll be the most convenient."
((OOC- If you guys want any interaction before the shuttle docks, go for it. Otherwise, Derek can dock at once. Guy, Derek, Syrus, & Dr. Malcan are on the shuttle, along with John Crowe, Joshua Dietrich, and some unnamed NPCs. Feel free to interact with any of them; the two unnamed guys can be played by anyone in their posts, but the named NPCs are mine.))