Juneau Shipyard's long range scanners got an unaffiliated contact closing to the Shipyard. The first Dispatcher of the Shipyard with panic voice turned to an unknown ship's pilot:
- "Unaffiliated contact! This is Juneau Shipyard, identify yourself and please keep your distance from Shipyard or we'll have to get our defensive system turning to your vessel."
Wheezy voice have answered through comms:
- "Good day Juneau Shipyard. Engines set to zero, this is LSF Omega Six, Border Security Division. I have arraged meeting on the Shipyard. I'm requesting for giving me green light to dock."
- "Understood Omega Six. Please send your codes, which certifies your callsign with Liberty Personnel Database"
- "Copy that Juneau, sending codes..."
- "Codes have been checked, Omega Six. We are giving you green light to dock, second dispatcher will get to you soon and coordinates your docking process."
- "Good day Omega Six, this is Second Dispatcher of Juneau Shipyard. Please get to docking bouy 18."
When the LSF vessel gets closer, dispatchers could see an odd Kusari based fighter. That's made suspucions toward the Kusari Fighter, dispatchers have twice checked the codes but all seems to be fine.
- "...take doors number five. Shoot down your shields and switch on magnetic system."
Fighter slowly gets inside of the Shipyard. Finally when it proceed the main doors, the other ones opened. On the other side of the second doors, pilot could see long coridor with parked navy vessels. The automatic docking system parked the Kusarian fighter between Guardian and Avenger Liberty class Fighters. After docking process complete, an AI mounted on the ship have informed pilot:
[[ Docking process - Succfully completed ]]
[[ Weapon system - Offline ]]
[[ Engine system - Offline ]]
[[ Gateways - Opened ]]
A brown, high man with long scar on face have quitted Kusarian vessel. With anger view, looked around the hall. The noise was making him more anger. Shipyard's personel have walked around the Hall, every minute some Navy fighters were parking and departing. A mystery pilot have took a sigar and relaxely kept waiting for Barton's arrival.
"Yeah yeah. I know I couldn't get the shipment done-
It's not my fault I'm getting called back to port! How about you shove you-
No. No, that's fine. I'll hand off the delivery to Mike. Yeah the guy with the chopped hair. Yeah. Alright."
Adam Barton hung up the old wall phone. He never understood why they had to use wired communications for everything on the station. It made sense to have them in the case of interference but to use them as a standard seemed like a waste. If anything it was just a pain and slowed things down.
Barton looked towards the fighter docks. It seems his contact was finally here, whoever it was. Whoever he was made him have to double back mid delivery. That caused quite a lot of strain on the engines and power core. Whoever this guy was better be worth it for the sake of his ship. Things work a lot differently on a shipyard than where ever this snobbish officer was from.
He collected a sling bag that laid beside the phone and threw the strap over his head. With that, he checked the time and walked over to his meeting. He spotted the guy standing around in one halls. He knew it was him because everyone else was working in the actual dry docks. Whoever this guy is really needs to get better at fitting in.
He approached the man and stood about five yards away. Barton's idea was to see how this guy can deal with talking with so much noise from the docks in the background.
After Barton have not nicely asked a Mystery person, he have smiled. Smoked up the sigar and the rest throw away. With serious view and strict voice he answered:
- "We always wants something? Ain't that? Have you asked yourself? What specially you want? Someone would answer: drinks, girls, money. Some would ignore the question and keeps doing his unloved job with thoughts how fast he'll end up and get home to his wife,kids and loved bed."
He took something that looks like an modificated phone and after he click on it a hologram with his LSF I.D. appeared.
- "As you can see, I have the last level of the access. Zo, do not mind my Rheinlandic accent. It's just for cover... Mister Barton, vaterland needs you. My boss sent me up you. Do you know where from I had to fly? From the Sigma Sector. And you think I made that long way to say 'hello'? If yes, than you are fool, but if my boss have choose exactly you.. That means you worth it... Just answer my question, mister Barton. That mission will be really dangerous, since all of our enemy will try to 'unt your ass. Are you ready for such mission?"