Not Too Far Far Away

You quickly put your finger to your communicator perched over your ear and get Avery on the comm.

"Avery, there's a ship inbound, external comms blew out before I could get an ID on them, sounded friendly." you bark in as you hitch a tram over to the docks. They were rickety and ran awfully due to degrading breaks, but at least the stopping routines could be tweaked to compensate.

"Mike, yea, I hear ya. Headed there now with a security detachment." Avery replied briefly through the static haze. You met him there, he's a short man with mostly grey hair, a remnant of sleek black hanging around the top of his head. His clothes clearly showing their age, and that they were fitted for a slightly heavier man. The security team wore matching grey and green uniforms-- complimenting your grey and yellow maintenance uniform-- with laser bullpups at the ready. "Now, let's uh, no reason to assume they're hostile. At least they haven't fired on the station while entering. Sorikson, can you get them on the short range to guide them in?" Sorikson is your main coworker, in that they're the next most competent technician on the station. They had the comm panel open and half the wires bypassing half the components.

"Got it!" Sorikson said, "Starship, can you identify yourself?" they asked into the comm and everyone waited. "RestoreTech? Yea, okay, uhh, you're clear to dock at Berth 12."

You, Avery, and Commander Hollis, the head of security, sat in a board room across from a couple representatives from RestoreTech.

"I-- run this by me again, how does this work?" Avery said, befuddled by their offer, leafing through the massive stack of contract.

"It's simple Administrator Avery. We at RestoreTech are from a colony outside the coalition, and was relatively unaffected by the Raxan Blight. As such, we will aquire the station, where you will remain in control, and we will work with you to return the station to full functionality. Our fleet of drone miners will gather metals from the nearby asteroid fields, and with machinery provided by us operated by your people, will eventually fully repair and modernize the facilities on this station." The Rep said, smiling a perfectly sterile corporate smile.

"Okay, but what do you get out of it?" Avery replied

"Once the station has met our metrics, we take a cut of trade and royalties from art and technology developed from the occupants here." The Rep replied.

"I see." Avery turned to Hollis, he shrugged. Avery turned to you.