Doing something.

A ship, stinking of half-spent RUEL, bumps gently against the Dock, exhaust rippling the blanket of stars above.

...

After an anxiety-inducing delay, the GANTRY whirrs to life, and my Cargo officially begins entering Sidon.

HANDS unload crate after crate, container after container, marked simply as "▇▇▇ LIQUIDATION". I inspect the contents of each before letting it proceed to the idling Tractors.

Thanks, all; much obliged. Give Cap my regards, yeah? Quality job, quality crew. Appreciated.

As the HANDS grumble off to explore and sample Sidon's wares, I pop my helmet over my ears, heart thumping at the implications of that cargo.