Trax shakes his head.
"Magnus Delta might have locals. I don't rightly know. But I don't think they were the ones that hailed us."
Finally the ship reaches the coordinates given, where you find that the fog and mist has been replaced with industrial soot. A power station working at maximum capacity, poluting the air as smoke escapes through vents topside. A large landing pad is off to one side of it, where you see an assortment of starships.
Trax puts down the ship and powers down, while a welcoming committee seems to have gathered to meet you.