8-291: Merchant Freighter Spanial – Control

Kort says, perhaps a tiny bit sheepishly, as if he’d really like more information, “I… don’t know.  No-one said anything about a landing party, but they’re doing something here.  There’s supposed to be a ship in orbit.  I have a coded signal that authenticates us, and a retinal pattern for my contact.  I’m supposed to deliver the box in the hold and pick up anyone and anything they want brought back, or to stay here if I’m told to do so by the contact.”