Captains walking up the escalators to their ships, crew members race about as transports are filled, families waiting for their loved ones to finish their long shifts, Trenton Outpost is known for being Universal Shipping's primary cargo distributor in Liberty. Being one of the Big Three, located in orbit above Liberty's capital, anyone stepping foot inside Trenton would have a hard time adjusting to the degree of manic spread across all the decks. A small vessel carrying three civilians makes their way to Trenton Outpost from the Kepler system. The ship docks on Mooring Point 07 and three figures step out onto the arrivals pad.
Leon: "Remind me again why I'm here?"
Rex: "I told you, other Freelancers have skills sets higher than ours. We need this to be on the same level."
Halpert: "Transports are slow, won't do me any good. I'm with Leon on this one."
Rex: "You'll thank me later. After this, I won't bring you out here again."
The three Starfliers step into the main foyer where they were immediately confronted with the massive amounts of crew moving around. Some were pulling carts of cargo, others clipboards. In the middle of all the chaos, a uniformed individual motions to Rex as he makes his way over.
Starfliers...//...Information...//...Recruitment...//...Discord Server Independent Cartographers, Vector Analysts & Researchers.
Godspeed, Pilots.
"Gentlemen, welcome to Trenton. The home of Universal and main base of operations here in Sirius."
Charles looks to Rex and gives him a welcome nod and a smile.
"Well have to get the introductions over quickly, chaps. We got plenty to be doing, despite having a fair while to get it done, this will be intensive - for you. Rex, we've obviously met. For the other two, I am Charles Kemp-Smith, the Vice President of Universal Shipping. Which one of you is Leon? We've had conversations over the net but we've not yet met in person."
Charles looks to the other two gentlemen for a response.