Though Karrik has never been to this port or piloted this ship before he maneuvers in to land as though he's done it a thousand times. Perhaps there is something to the tales of his mythic ancestors who were said to fly through space with just the wings nature gave them.
After touching down, the crew exits the ship and make their way down the gangplank. The smell of rust and machine oil rise to meet you as you take in your surroundings. Though there is some diversity of species here, the vast majority that you see are one of the three races that your computer indicated were the primary inhabitants of the planet.
The Letnev, tall humanoids with skin tones ranging from ashen to blue. They typically have pale white or gray hair, white eyes and pointed ears.
The Hylar, not actually a single species but a collection of closely related sub-species. They are mostly aquatic beings, though some are amphibious. Either way they navigate the surface world in roughly human sized mechs operated from fishbowl-like compartments usually set in the 'chest' or 'head' area depending on the make and model.
Finally there are the Gashlai, walking scientific anomalies whose bodies are permanently engulfed in a raging inferno. When out in public they encase themselves in steampunk looking armored suits so as to avoid setting the people or the environment around them on fire.
As you reach the floor of the port a sturdy Letnev officer in a crisp uniform approaches to stand before you, flanked by three subordinates in similar garb. The officer addresses you, her voice steady and businesslike:
“Welcome to Herool’s Truce. I am Captain Zarran of the port authority, and report to Margrave Ortlov. As you can see, our humble port doesn’t get many travelers from the shining center of the galaxy. What is your purpose for visiting Herool’s Truce?”
OOC
Karrik, that leaves you 1 net advantage to spend.