John pulled out a small data pad from a jacket pocket. "Does a ship named Metal.Slug ring a bell? When he was last here, with a load that put us well over the top on preparations, he mentioned 'Regards from the Hangman'."
John pressed a catch on the data pad, extracting a micro storage chip. This he placed on the table and pushed it towards the Hangman. "Just in case it does, I have a list here of some additional preparations for the station's defense." he said. "Take a look, and if you think your friend can handle this order in a short time, it would be greatly appreciated."