Within several hours, it's all been arranged and the shuttle arrives at the Highport, a large orbiting station whic itself is still outsized by the Emperor's flagship.
The scene as everyone disembarks is remarkable in that the station is caparatively empty - it seems sparsely occupied by naval personnel, but there is no real commerce going on, and the bustle of traders coming and going that is the norm in a large port like this one is absent. The group rides along the moving sidewalk in relative silence until it arrives outside the office of Assistant Portmaster Gavigan Tukera. The secretary, a young and very attactive Aslan woman, nnounces you to her boss, and almost instantly he emerges from his private office, a wide smile on his face. Mr. Tukera a young man, who, though obviously of noble birth based on the way he carries himself, seems to have not yet quite grown into his business suit. He has flaming red hair atop his head and very fair, but freckled skin. Looking around the office, its almost perfect cleanliness, combined with a air of newness around the furniture and indeed, even the nameplate of his office door imply to you that Mr. Tukera is likely quite new to his position.
He greets everone with a formal slight bow, which those versed in etiquette know is the proper when greeting a group of people whose station is uncertain, but roughly equal to one's own. "Greetings. I am Gavigan Tukera: what can I help you with today?"