The small conference room was located overlooking an interior hangar of a massive starship near Absalom Station.  The hangar was bustling with activity as hundreds of mechanics, pilots, engineers, and crew went about prepping, stripping, and generally tinkering with a series of ships that ranged from tiny fighters to a single freighter that looked like it must have scraped the walls to fit through the hangar doors.<br/><br/>A large circular table was bolted to the floor in the middle of the room, a half-dozen chairs surrounding it.  One wall was transparent, looking out towards the hangar, on the opposite wall was the door that the trio had been lead through.  The remaining walls were covered in various displays that seemed to be displaying a jumble of useless information.<br/><br/>The recruiter, a floating mechanical ball with a screen on the front that was displaying a rendered eyeball above a soundwave, let out a low buzzing as it turned from person to person.  He had introduced himself as Ren.<br/><br/>“I am here to offer you a once in a lifetime opportunity!”  Ren buzzed cheerfully, though in an oddly flat and clearly computer generated voice.  “We have located a derelict station in a resource rich system.  We need to establish a presence before anyone else can.  You’ll get your usual 15% share of anything recovered divided among you.  If you reclaim and reactivate the station, we’ll give you control of it as a subsidiary of the LHC without the usual fees and legal negotiations.  We have a ship, we have information and opportunities, we just need eager and capable employees.  What do you say?”