Armed guards met Larion at his ship, clad in plate carriers, and with vacuum-sealed suits and helmets. One of them raised an eyebrow as Larion appeared in his power armor. "Damn man, I know we sure as shit aren't a cruise boat, but we ain't pirates." He put a hand to his helmet as a muffled voice spoke to him. "Aight, your record says you get shit done, so long as you don't pick a fight or anything, stomp around and make us feel tiny all you want. Also, Wastelander's AI says if your gonna pretend you've never taken a job from an asshole, you might want to make sure said assholes don't recommend your services. Not that she could find any details on why they recommended you, mind. Right this way bud. Techs are gonna take a look at your ship and make sure you haven't done anything that'll make the manuals useless. I hope you did. Techs like to think they're the only ones who can take apart a mining tug and turn the parts into a corvette." With that the marines led Larion out of the hangar and to the conference room where he'd be interviewed. While their weapons were held in a relaxed manner, they were taking up positions all around Larion, in front of him behind him, to his sides. In addition, non-combat Navy personal were noticeably absent from the route he was taking.
The civilians transport's crew was greeted far more gently. Instead of Marines, the guards were more lightly armed Navy Security, most had only pistols and a ballistic vest. They tensed on seeing the heavily armored guards exiting what they were told was a civilian ship, but the only move they made was their sergeant, a man with a plate carrier and a shotgun, murmuring into a headset before nodding. A dark, lithe woman with pointed ears, red eyes, and snow white hair greeted the transport's crew. "Welcome to the Wastelander, we appreciate responding to our contract offer. If you'll walk we me, I'll give a rundown while we head to the conference room, where you'll be free to interview the captains of the various escorts. You don't have to interview any of them if you don't want, and I can assure you that all of them are trustworthy. That said... a Mr. Lithen, while he has passed our security criteria, he arrived only a few minutes before you arrived, so we haven't interviewed him ourselves yet. As such, it will be up to you whether or not he is assigned to your escort."
"As the initial offer stated, you will be transporting a large volume of refined materials to an industrial world, specifically to an electronics manufacturer. We'd prefer to do it ourselves but... we have to pass through the borders of a nation that doesn't recognize the Independent Alliance of Corporation's sovereignty. Specifically, they believe we, the Stellar Mining Company, don't have the right to secede, and if we weren't backed by the IAC... well, I'm sure I don't need to explain that nastiness. As it stands, we're hoping if we send a convoy that doesn't bare our ID's, they'll ignore it and let it pass through. However, there still a chance they'll attempt to arrest you and seize your ship and your cargo under the guise of "Forcibly collecting taxes owed by the SMC."
The woman gestured to a passing mercenary soldier, clad in powered armor rather than the simple plate armor of the Marines. "That said, we've made damn sure that they think just you're some freelancers taking a gamble, rather than a sponsored convoy. They'll be expecting a haphazard group of hired thugs on their first real job, not professional, experienced mercenaries. As such, if they do try to stop you, they'll only send a light force, at most, a few frigates and maybe a strike carrier. And they'll be expecting your escort to run at the first sight of them. Instead, your escort will hit them hard, and if they can't fight them off, then they'll buy you enough time to escape. They won't have enough time to mount another strike before you're long gone."
"Before you leave, you'll be joined by a freighter hired by one of our business partners to transport medical goods to a planet in the same area as your destination. It won't be bringing an escort, but it's supposed to have enough AA guns to rip apart any fighters that get close." With that, the elven woman led the deer-like woman to the conference room were she was soon joined by Larion and his escort.
As the Righteous Blade approached the Refinery ship, they were hailed once more. "This is Wastelander traffic control to Righteous Blade. Ahhh, your ship's a little too big to fit in our hangar bay, you'll have to dock externally..." The man on the other end paused, an elderly man seeming to have hearing damage if the loud tone of voice was any indicator. "Riiight, your gonna have to sit tight for a few minutes while we scan your ship and configure our docking tubes to your ship, we don't have your design on file. Might take a while, just make sure to point your docking array at us. Also, scan-techs want me ask you to turn off your sensors while the dock workers do their thing, they say it'll set off automated alarms. Don't matter to me, those boys have been getting lazy lately, feel free to make em earn their pay." The man pauses again, muttering as he mulled over something. "Shit, alright, that beast you're flying around in has only one place to go, the external construction bays. It'll figure out how to get you docked damn fast, but depending on how your security's set up, it might set off alarms. Some ship computers see our construction bays and assume that we're trying to cut our way into your ships for a marine assault. Try not to freak out if whatever system you're using tells you you're being boarded. The rest of your fleet is fine, just hover by the external landing pads and wait for the airlocks to figure it out."