OOC:
Happy new year to everyone!
I hope it's okay if I just cut right to the finalized docking procedure.
For me PbP is always a bit of a compromise between keeping the pacing up and providing the players with as much agency as possible
The Sycorax II docks with the mining station. The airlock equalizes the pressure between the station and the ship and finally opens.
The docking port opens into some kind of storage facility about as big as a living room. A status screen beside the airlock indicates that the station is booting the main systems one after the other.
A door at the other side of the storage facility opens and a woman and a man enter.
Both look (and smell) as if they haven't showered in weeks. Their eyes are bloodshot and they walk a bit insecurely.
The man begins to speak
Aye. Jamal's my name. This is my deputy foreman Christine. Wow thanks a lot. You really saved us a lot of trouble. If we'd have waited for the ore transporter a whole month of work would've been lost and I'd have lost my job.
He uncomfortably hops from one leg to the other and begins to speak in a voice that sounds quite high pitched for a man like him
You don't happen to have some medical staff on board haven't you? Half our crew is still sick and management saved a few bucks by not providing a doctor. I know it's a lot to ask from you after all you have done for us...
He looks at them in a way that somehow resembles a really dirty puppy