As they got closer to the crater more details of the space station could be made out. It was small for a space station, about the size of a three story hotel, but it did not need to be that large. Just large enough to keep the people inside reasonably satisfied as they traveled from here to there. Traffic to this part of the asteroid belt in the Moriva system was not too heavy. Even the presence of The Travelling Carnival increased traffic only slightly. Most of the people on board were simply passing through, on their way to other destinations in the Moriva system and elsewhere.
As the ship pulled into the docking bay the middle aged woman announced, "This is our final stop. All passengers must leave the ship. Repeat, this is our final stop. All passengers must leave the ship."
Rin and Deziarra remained seated and kept their eye on her until they were the only three on board. She motioned for them to come.
"Follow me," said the middle aged woman.
She led them through a series of corridors until they reached an overweight middle aged man who stood there waiting for them. He was also humanoid in appearance with white hair and was dressed in some sort of business suit. Although it gave no indication of rank, did not it was clear from the way he was treated that he was the owner.
"I understand you are offering to fix my ship," he said.