Eddie walked down the mechanized gangplank from his ship, shrugging his sweatshirt on as he moved.  The sound of air moving through the dock's ventilation system echoed around him, emphasizing the silence of an empty dock.  Odd.  Eddie couldn't remember the last time he'd seen an empty dock.  Had he overslept?  He checked his wrist for his chrono, but realized too late he wasn't wearing it.  He glanced back at the ship for a moment.  The lime green monstrosity stood out against the gray background of the dock.  It's stumpy engines and unpainted sections made it stand out all the more when compared to other, more streamlined ships.  The smooth front section lacked a cockpit, or any other recognizable driving area.  Nestled inside though, was a half-finished sensor suite that would make any freighter pilot jealous.  Well, when he finally got enough money to complete it.<br/><br/>Deciding against going back for his chrono, Eddie entered the airlock and waited impatiently for the air to finish cycling.  When he finally received the electronic go-ahead, Eddie strode out of the airlock and entered a nearby elevator, ascending into the second ring of the station.<br/><br/>When the elevator opened, Eddie stepped into the bustling main hall.  People moved around and past him, some stopping at stores, others puffing onwards, eventually disappearing as they walked around the curve of the ring.  On the right, long horizontal viewports offered a view of Saturn.  Eddie took a moment to appreciate the sight before allowing himself to be caught up in the human tide moving down the ring.<br/><br/>Holograms danced all around him, vying with one another in clashing colors and blaring noises to catch his attention.  Thankfully, most of them stayed on the wall, though a few of the newer ones managed to slip into the air ahead of him.  Eddie brushed through a giant pair of talking lips and a dolphin before he saw his destination.<br/><br/>He was able to detach himself from the crowd long enough to escape into his favorite greasy spoon.  The Diner was the only one of it's kind on-station, and it attracted a hefty portion of the freighter pilots that were docked there.  Unfortunately, the place was empty.  Eddie pulled up a chair and checked the morning special.  A large, angry looking woman with hair that somehow managed to be short and tall at the same time ambled in from the kitchen.<br/><br/>"What'll be today, Eddie?"  She asked, not bothering to pull her pad out of her apron.  Eddie always had the same thing.<br/><br/>"The usual, Bertha."  Eddie said. "Any-"<br/><br/>"Nope.  You missed the rush today.  All the jobs are taken."<br/><br/>Eddie didn't say much after that exchange.  He wordlessly handed his credit stick over to the woman, watching her wave it in front of a sensor and listen for a beep of confirmation before handing it back.  He thanked whatever power controlled the universe that credit sticks didn't have to be connected to a major banking corporation as long as they were only used on-station.<br/><br/>Eddie murmured his thanks as Bertha slid a steaming pile of something yellow, green, and white in front of him.<br/>