Sir-Talen

"Attention all hands. We are now arriving at Darktail Station. Prepare for cargo transfer and refueling." Azlan looked around the small cubicle, double checking that they hadn't missed anything. If this had been a passenger ship, it might have been graced with the title of being an economy stateroom. This cubicle on the Darktail Starlance had the less dignified title of specialist berthing. The temperature for the cubicle was set to its coldest setting. Fortunately, the environmental controls hadn't complained too much. The kinis supposed it could qualify as basking temperature, though it lacked the sun that normally accompanied the act. As Azlan hefted their bag, they mused about how the lack of space made packing somewhat easier. Not that they had much in their bag after it was packed. The bulk of their worldly possessions were stowed within a small cargo container that was strapped to the side of the ship for the moment. A few minutes passed before the solid thud of the docking