As it is, he was probably not going to cheapen costs anyways. Jerk.
Following time it is, then. With the natives in this area wiped out and the chemical factory abandoned, there is not much to do here but grab supplies and leave. If the Corporate Alliance comes sniffing, there is not a whole lot they can do but maybe get a new scientist and fix up the lab.
The coordinates that the transport fled to are, in fact, nowhere near any stars or planets.
With Trax patched up behind the controls of The New Beginning and a few medical supplies stashed in the cargo hold, the Dark Jedi take their leave of Magnus Delta with the location of their enemy secured...
A short hyperspace jump takes you to the coordinates. At first you think there is nothing there but the vastness of space stretched out before you. But then you see the station in the distance, a tiny object in space. Trax moves the ship towards it and its design becomes more apparent; it is a series of haphazardly connected tubes wrapped around a cylindrical engine unit, positioned vertically. It spins slowly.
"Sensors indicating that the station's targeting systems have locked on," Trax says. "What now?"
Dak will hail the station. "Greetings, space station! We are refugees from a pirate attack. Our ship is falling apart and we need someplace to make repairs. We humbly request safe docking; though we have little to barter with we will pay what we can."
He shuts off the comm and grins at the others. "No damn merchants this time."
The New Beginning suddenly lurches and you brace yourselves.
"I know who you are," says the voice on the other end. "Your lies are feeble and you cannot hope to convince me with them. But I assure you, your landing aboard my station will be sound. What happens from there is up to you. I advise that you cooperate with the welcoming committee. It is in your best interest."
Trax confirms that the lurch was the ship being locked in a tractor beam.