It had been a few hours since the Chicago had escorted the battered, scrapped down ship of Kristian Levan in Bering and soon after it docked with the Harmony itself. The deck mechanic who saw it first had given off an appreciating whistle, not quite believing that the ship made it this far in the state it was. Nearly losing parts from just looking at, somehow it had managed to still bring the Cadet here.
The people on board didn't wait long and soon there was four armed men surrounding him. The men were clearly on guard, though more by discipline and experience than because they feared the pilot inside the ship. The last weeks made everyone careful and mistrust to outsiders was big.
"You either got some rough time behind you or you picked up a wreck from one of the debris fields. Wanting to be part of this little rebellion?" asked a man as the canopy opened. He slowly came forward between the men that were ready to take down whatever was in the cockpit.