Navarre had made a successful return to his assigned quarters, changed, and then headed out for a soothing drink. All that remained now was to await permission to disembark his cargo from the quartermaster. "Well," A deep voice called out approaching rapidly from behind him. "Captain Kidd! I knew that was your tub out there." Navarre grinned lightly as the pair strolled up by his side. "Pirates." Navarre shook his head slowly. "Didn't expect you here." "Best place to lay low." Diesel chuckled. "Besides, this new station is a total mess. And far from any actual Starfleet control." "And good food." His mate giggled. "Takes a lot to feed this mountain of a man." "On my way for a drink; join me?" Navarre offered with a light laugh, allowing the tension to slip from his body. "Naturally." Diesel nodded. "Some things I need to pass along to you anyway.." "Sounds ominously interesting."