Sarge glared out the window at the massive bulk of Way Station Alumentum Primaris. When he'd started the meeting it'd been a speck of light floating next to a marble-sized gas giant, but over the last hour it had grown into something that looked like a sort of jagged spinning top, and now it was a looming pile of gothic architecture studded with hangars, umbilicals, and a few massive docking arms. At this distance it looked a lot like a hive that had been lifted into space, which was rather disturbing since, after a lot of arguing between the Captain, Ol' Bill, and the Dockmaster, the Occurrence Border had twisted to be perpendicular to the station. Sarge half expected to see people dropping out of the windows and falling into space.

After a few more seconds of pointless glowering, Sarge turned back to the face the five men and sitting around the briefing room's table and the com-terminal connected to the medbay and engineering. No one was paying him much attention: the three Adepts were clustered around a dataslate displaying information about the Station, the Captain and his harried-looking Quartermaster were arguing about cargo value again, Hannah had wandered off to deal with some crisis half an hour ago, and the Doc's terminal had lost its vid feed after someone spilled bodily fluids on it. There wasn't really much point in prolonging the meeting, everything had already been decided, and this was just a simple shopping trip, not a combat mission. Still though, Sarge felt an obscure urge to lay the entire plan down one last time. Just for the record. Just in case the rampant paranoia that'd seized his team's imaginations was actually correct, and this was all going to fall apart into the worst mess since the Siege of Terra.

Sarge slapped the table with his palm, winced as the sound shot through his still-aching head, and cleared his throat. "Okay, one last time, from the top."