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"Uh... sure. I'll contact the other captains and they'll bring their seconds." The captain said, "By the way, my name is Quinn Styles." He continued. "Captain Quinn Styles, because it sounds cool." The man joked, his ship coming to dock at the station.

"Tell the other captains we're going off-ship, gonna have drinks and whatnot." He told his crew, "Tell them to have their crews get together any cargo manifests and any papers if they have them." Captain Styles ordered, getting up from his seat.

As the ship docked with the station, Captain Styles and his lieutenant were already on their way to the ship's airlock. Up and down a few staircases, down an elevator and eventually they were crossing over onto Belta Station.

Styles probably wasn't a particularly interesting sight when he stepped onto the space station, donning a clean blue jumpsuit that made him look more like a mechanic who took care of his uniform. His lieutenant wearing the same.

He'd be surprised if someone didn't toss him a wrench soon.