The bay doors of Cochrane's Hangar 2 slowly close as the Eagle of al-Nizari hovers towards the gravity pad. The ship is painted black, no exterior lights, heavy armor plating and a Cheetah Thruster to boot, the perfect ship for an assassin - quick, cool, discreetly armed to the teeth. The ship came to a stop on the pad, surrounded by moored Vagrant fighters and the odd gunboat emblazoned with the Vagrant sigil. Al-Nizari emerged from the cockpit, veiled by dark armor covered in tick marks and bullet holes, he points to a dockhand, then to his ship - "Hoist the colors, mate - I want a Vagrant flag on that Eagle in under thirty minutes", after his exchange he strolled to the bar, revealing a host of Vagrant Raiders and Hackers with their eyes firmly trained on al-Nizari, he removes his helmet and speaks.
"Where's the Taskmaster? Nobody knows, eh? Oh, screw it, the booze are on me lads, get to work on it!
A volley of cheer erupted from the patrons, tantalized by a night of free drinks - it seems al-Nizari will fit in just fine.