An hour and half or so passes with no real events, other than Neemu foraging through hulks and long dead wrecks, pulling apart and cobbling pieces that haven't been removed for at least a few hundred years.  Meanwhile Kiaphas is sitting near a computer outlet near the Gull, it might have been an information kiosk at one point, now it's spilling it's guts like salt-addicted Arkanian begging for his next fix.  In fact, slicing through this is so easy that a basic 'cutter-kid' could have had this information in about as much time.  The encryption codes are old, ancient even, and completely obsolete.  With in minutes of booting it up, it's a snap to actually gain access to everything this station has, from the basic docking information and coming and goings, to security 'tapes' and schedules.<br/><br/>In fact, from the files pulled from the date puts it back at least 3,000 years old!  In fact this used to be a major station back during those days.  Between sifting through the various shipping manifests, alerts, data mining for anything of relevance, the last three months, when the station was blown off it's orbit, is the most interesting part.  During a war between an Empire and The Republic, it appears that a group of Sith warriors invaded and some how managed to rip it free from Coruscant's influence.  The last bit is an audiolog of various security officers panicking.<br/><br/>"This is Hanger Fif*static*, the Sith *Corrupted data screech* has landed, repeat the ene*Ends*"  "He's on the mai*Static burst*, we need back, now!  He's tea*Ends*" "*shriek*'s on the tower, repeat, he's in the tow*ends*"<br/><br/>And nothing else.  The only thing they have is the name 'Darth Malicus.'<br/><br/><hr/><br/>James and Deli mostly pass the time playing Pazaak and watching over Neemu and Kiaphas.  Other than some flicker, there doesn't seem to be any activity here.