We were meeting with the trader who had hired us as his escorts.
We weren't the only Mercs that he had hired so we're not alone in this job.
The meeting point was set at the hangar bay where we would do a little self introduction before immediately heading off. I guess that guy must be on a tight schedule or something.
When I reached there with Amber, I found three other people there. Two men and one young woman with one of the men having a robotic left arm in place of a real one.
Honestly, he looked like those middle aged uncles that you might find working as the cool and silent type of bartender who would listen to your story and offer advice, especially with that short ponytail and beard.
The three of them turned and gave us a curt nod in greeting before turning back, resuming our wait for our client.
I leaned over to Amber and whispered, "Do you know any of them?"
Captain's Log:
It's time to go to another system again. At least we can still send messages with Mara. Pity that she couldn't come with us.