Gregory walked around the docking bay with a mild interest. Instead of simply teleporting into the station, he'd thought it more polite if they were to take the normal route in, and so had requested use of a Artillery-Class Corvette to dock within the rather large station, with the First Battalion enough of a distance away to prevent its gravitational pull from affecting the other station-Or vice versa, considering the size of it. "Now then...Where were we to find our friend Delta..." He mumbled(as much as a Mechera can, that is), not entirely realizing it was out loud.
