Darion made quick work at storing his equipment in the ship.  All of it went into the largest room reserved for a ship’s captain.  So he didn’t exactly ask if anyone else wanted it.  He just went with the last mission’s command structure, and the fact that he was the only one who liked the old ship and saw some hope for it.<br/><br/>After that he made his way out into the station.  Not long after leaving the scrapyard his computer chimes.  When he looked, Darion saw the map with the different paths.  He knew which one he would take.  The crew had voted in a majority for Anisa, so he would go to try recruiting her first.  The question was if she was aware of the job he was recruiting her for, and even more if she would be loyal to the crew.  And how much of his own money it would take to recruit her…  He really didn’t pay much attention if anyone followed him.<br/><br/>As he left the more populated alliance sections of the station, Darion became more and more glad that he had brought a pistol along, strapped to his left side under his jacket.  Especially when he started seeing a few species he didn’t even recognize in the slightest.  This was not a safe section for the unprepared with so many unknowns.  Even on Horizen, security couldn’t be everywhere.  At least he wasn’t just a random person, and his scars made him look dangerous when he wanted to, with grim look on his face.<br/><br/>Finally he arrived at his destination.  The bright neon women were a sign if his computer wasn’t telling him it was it.  A Strip club, and probably brothel.  Though Neon lights?  Definitely not high class joint, they usually had holo-projections of dancing naked girls.  He entered even though it didn’t look like the place was open.  A very big shame.<br/><br/>Upon entering, the incense assaulted his nose.  Not a bad smell, but not anything he could recognize.  At looking around, other than the three figures seated at a single, the place was empty, proving it was closed.  So those three figures took his full attention as Darion moved towards them.  The first, a Bulor, one wearing only cloths.  The bartender.  He undressed here with his eyes for a moment before next studying the Galvyran, sizing up how dangerous he was with the armor and spear.  Only having those to go by, but it was full battle ready armor.<br/><br/>The third figure was the one that held his attention.  The one he had come here to speak with, and definitely the most attractive of the two women.  The light armor hugged her form and probably barely contained her chest.  Very definitely a looker among the Bulor.  Though he had never really seen them, the few he had experience with, wear jewelry that she did, or wear goggles like she did.  He smiled a bit at her words before shrugging.<span style="color: Green">“Shame that I am so early, would have loved the show right now after my day.”</span>He said a bit before pulling a fourth chair over.  Obviously not really scared of any of these three, even when he labeled their weapons or them as threats.<span style="color: Green">“Maybe the next time I am on station, I will come by to see the dancers.  But tonight I am here to see you Anisa.”</span>As he sat down his own pistol under his jacket coming into view.<span style="color: Green">"I have a job offer for you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>