As the ship entered within range of the visual beacons surrounding Absalom Station, towing what looks to be a large asteroid, those in the central tower, controlling the unending flow of traffic send their FoF burst of data, their fingers sitting idle on the button that would target and paint the ship as an enemy.
"Tower control to unidentified vessel, please send your tag, flight plan and identification data" said the Kasatha sitting at the terminal, its four arms simultaneously typing data into a side terminal allowing the release of a haul freighter that was running behind schedule, one finger sitting on the button to paint the vessel, and its last two controlling the docking clamps on the freighter.
Sitting next to this four armed operator, there were other aliens, of various sizes, shapes and shades. All there wearing the uniform and armband identifying them as staff of the Station. "Repeat, unidentified vessel, send your data burst or we will be forced to open fire".
Upon the docks, five new arrivals, disembarking from the vessels that transported them to the system wander through the hustle and bustle that is Dock 94 of the station. The sights and sounds hit them in waves, and they all sport a fresh new patch worn differently on each, but all the same. The symbol identifying them as recruits of the Starfinder Society.
Within the tower, a silence had settled on the room. A few people looked over at the terminal with the Kasatha, their eyes looking at the ping on his screen as it crept slow but steady towards the terminal. Suddenly the data burst was received, and an unheard sigh was expelled within the room. It had been several months since the station had been forced to paint a hostile target, and it had ended with a standoff and the launching of fighters to chase off pirates.
"Identity received Acreon, report to Dock 99 and await station staff. Decontamination is required if travelling outside of the Pact World, as is the deceleration of all flora and fauna outside of those already explained within the station charter that you are currently being sent" explained the four armed alien, reading the world he has repeated dozens of times during his shift. There was almost no passion behind his voice "Welcome to Absalom Station"