A robust looking freighter hurtled through a light tunnel created by a jumpgate. Its greenish, heavily reinforced hull, dotted by various antennas shimmered. On board Franz Maister stared directly through a decimetre thick cockpit window. In front of him, slightly to the right a well-trained pilot started counting. When his countdown reached zero the tunnel of light almost instantly dissipated into what was known as Omega 11. Terribly intense light flooded the ship, temporarily blinding everyone. As their eyes adjusted an asteroid field became visible, each and every asteroid reflected light in its own way.
From there it took them 7 long, exhausting hours of vigilant monitoring of the scanners for any sign of Hessians to reach their destination.
Hiding in the shadow of planet Schultz the small station has been the only thing keeping miners alive in Omega 11; and now it'll become a temporary home for a small group of archaeologists. As the decades old docking bay, painted in now slightly rusty green pressurised a welcoming party gathered. In the shadows here and there a miner or two leaned to the wall, with their arms crossed over on their chests. A man in his fifties, perhaps early sixties appeared from the belly of the metal beast of burden. His receding hair had a dash of grey to it. He was soon followed by 6 other archaeologists, each of them struggled with luggage that they didn't seem to have trusted trust the docking bay's personnel.