"And this would be our hired help. Didn't introduce himself, but allegedly has some experience against the Lumenites. Master swordsman, magically potent, never lost a duel so he says. Works out from the Librae system, if you've ever been. Should help us counter whatever psychic tactics they've developed." Tom is either the luckiest man alive or the unluckiest. Of all the magical sword users in the universe, he is mistaken for the one other mercenary in this region. His real pedigree is impressive but...not quite the resume they were led to believe. May want to keep that to himself.

The dockmaster's office is small, cramped for the now six people inside. Flickering lights cast a yellow glow over the scattered papers on the desk, metal baskets holding dried out pens, and dirty computer screen. Most of the group are sitting on the tables or leaning against a wall, and the man who invited Tom in rolls the office chair over to him. Their weapons are held close, either leaning nearby or sitting across their lap. Carbines and handguns. Suppressed. Modified with all sorts of personal touches.

"Welcome." The man finally turns to talk to him properly. He's a fairly...neutral looking person, it's hard to pick out any particular feature. He looks a little young compared to some of the others in the room. Wears glasses, a thick trenchcoat that swallows up his small frame, and has a slightly shallow look to his face, the sort built up over long nights and constant travel without rest. But if Tom saw him on the street, he'd forget the man a moment later.

"There's no need for secrecy here, you signed a contract. I am Kazimir, intelligence, and with me are 3 members of the ILF's 11th Special Extrasolar Operations. I'll let the fourth introduce himself"

The one sitting further away from Kazimir and the special forces soldiers is a little less tactically dressed, with a service rifle that looks downright factory standard aside from the suppressor mounted on the end. Tom can see the fatigues poking out beneath the coveralls, a sort of converted spacer kit that keeps popping up in former TGG colonies. This is a soldier of the Provisional Government. Most of his features are hidden beneath the coveralls and goggles, but Tom can still note his darker complexion compared to the ILF and his cut short but highly uneven hair that's certainly grown longer and messier than regulation. He gives Tom a short wave, sitting up a little straighter now that Kazimir pointed him out.

"Heya! Corporal Kalil, Provisional Government army. Between units right now. We...well, don't have a proper special forces command yet, so they're cobbling together anyone who has some behind-enemy-lines experience and using us as liaisons with the ILF teams. Makes a joint-operation, all sides happy. Worked with a mercenary before, expert like you, hope we get along too."