The vortex of lights played over the ambient back ground behind the captains chair, he was in the observation part of the bridge. The ship trembled with the turbulence that the jump hole installed while it was in use. Very bright and white light laminated the observation deck, from the dull waves of light that had washed over the vessel to the now eye straining white nebula that clung to this section of space. Tau-37. The Anubis’s engines had stalled for a moment as checks were made to ensure that all systems were still completely operational, everything was promising and thus the Engine fired up a stream of amber fire flared up from the ships exhaust which propelled the vessel on impulse. Vaelin reached over to activate the engines’ cruise. He enjoyed flying the massive tub despite what some might class as sluggish, he felt some peace when moving the ship that he considered his home. With the energy ramping up and finally igniting, the Osiris propelled itself at a speed that most Transports, ships half the osiris’ size, would cruise at. The ship would weave its way through the mobile asteroids. As he broke through the nebula’s embrace some of the matter would follow with him as it would float out aimlessly, the partials stripping away from the hull. What came into view was the sight of a cluster of gathered asteroids with a metallic structure in its center. Freeport 10.

“Freeport Ten, this is Vaelin captain of the Anubis that should be entering your scanner range momentarily – sending through the data packet on our stance and intentions..” Vaelin moved toward the communications console, he didn’t need to but he had opted to do less convenient things for the mere reason to have physical things to do. He brought up his reputation with the Zoners and the intentions he had on approaching the station.

“This is Freeport Ten traffic control – we have you on our scanners, please hold a moment while we review the received transmission.” The voice of the crew member broke away and they went over the files. “Your requests have been approved – please proceed to mooring point four.”

“Rodger that, moving in position.” Vaelin moved back to the Captains chair and navigated the ship into position, a mooring point extended from the ship to the station and when secured, several automated crew assumed guard positions. These Automated personifications were controlled by one of the ships AI’s. Gun turrets descended from the roof to discourage any people from getting any ideas of becoming the ships stowaway. “Mooring sequence completed, sending through droids to transfer cargo.”

“Acknowledged, Traffic control out.”

Vaelin turned the controls over the AI unit, he trusted the constructs that were with him for it was the heart of the ship and the two at least had an understanding between each other, and Vaelin would give it purpose beyond self anointed tasks, it had currently lacked the ability of thinking of future things. Vaelin for the most part would now wait for his guest to arrive. He shrugged on the trench coat that contained temperature conditioning which helped to keep his temperature down as his hypothalamus which controlled body heat had been screwed up due to some attempts at biological alterations. He did not dismount his weapons belt instead keeping it on. He entered the elevator which would take him to the public quarters of the ship, the quarter that was intended to be a safe haven for those he intended to provide with sanctuary; so far it lacked any signs of life. He passed into the second elevator which was less secured then the one he had entered and progressed down to the hangers, he would wait in the engineering bay, tinkering with the various parts from used or new equipment. It was here he would wait for his guest.

If Vaelin was surprised by the mans sudden appearance he did not show it, he regarded the new figure with a lofted a brow and inclined his head. "Dependant on the person, I have yet to come across a name that I feel any sentimental connection to." His eyes glanced over the mans appearance from head to toe. "I would take it that you are Thomas, the one that Saturnia spoke of - I have been here for a little while and encountered some cross members, I do believe I annoyed one of them quite thoroughly."

After a moments hesitation Vaelin would follow after Thomas, or who he assumed was Thomas, he was inherently alert due to the nature of the man and it was quite apparent Vaelin trusted little to no one. "I found that the cross member provided quite a bit of amusement - Understandable that is, the Osiris has always been a fearsome weapon, the corsairs utilized them more then they did their legates, though I hold less love for the Corsairs then most outcasts probably do."

Vaelin trailed the man to the vessel his eyes peered over the few people who were identically dressed, he paused for a moment in consideration and looked towards who her presumed was Thomas. He observed him from head to toe once again not that he had any prior knowledge of who Thomas was. “Well enough I presume – as for running and screaming, I am not really that type of person – If I might ask, who are you before we continue on this endeavor.”

Vaelin was quite surprised by the appearance of Thomas, the lofting of both of his eyebrows served as a distinct indication to this. His eyes focused on the details of the reptilian face but lacked any words in relation toward it, nor toward the fact of his orange glowing eyes. “Just Vaelin myself, Ex-Alotta-things and Freelancer, I have met that one but it wasn’t that much of a meeting to be honest.”

He moved to sit next to Thomas showing any lack of discrimination others might and he looked toward the other two figures assessing their equipment and looks. “Humans are hardly tolerant of their own race let alone whatever you might be, no offense meant.”