@Radek - You stroll for a while through the marketplace and eventually end up on the other side of the base at the great set of Municipal buildings.
Taking the elevator up to Deck 14 you arrive at a finely appointed office level. A dapper looking young man at the entrance desk smiles at your arrival and stands.
"Good afternoon Mr. Borgni! We've been expecting you - Mr. Tyrell will see you right away. Please follow me."
He leads you down several passageways, and finally to a red-leather padded door. Opening the door, he bows, and waves you inside.
You enter the luxuriously appointed suite, noting that such lavish surroundings are certainly not in keeping with any part of this base that you've thus far seen.
A fit, bearded executive interrupts his virtual golf game and smiling, turns to greet you and extends his hand:
"Good to meet you! I'm Eldon Tyrell, but just call me Ed! Please, have a seat."
He turns to the young assistant, "Robbie, please give us about 30 minutes, okay?"
Robbie nods and departs, shutting the door.
He pours you a drink, "To the Federated Nations of Humanity!", and throws his back with a single swallow.
He sits down behind his desk and waits until you sit as well before he resumes.
Putting on a pair of glasses, he examines some data on a Tablet device, "Well sir, you've got yourself quite a record here - and looks like you're in between jobs!"
"This is excellent! I really think we can do each other a couple of favors! I would certainly like to throw some credits your way!"
He stands and pours himself another drink and begins to pace.
"You see, the Port Authority here has its fingers in a lot of different pies. Of course we manage this facility, but we also handle mail, as well as courier services. Our biggest problem is that very few merchant ships come out to this backwater - and most that do have very specific business in mind. The government doesn't seem to have the funds available to station a few vessals out here - despite my frequent requests! So, now I'm forced to improvise a bit when it comes to getting their transit requests taken care of. Seems like my budget's larger than theirs."
"Do you like it here??"
He grimaces, "Myself, I hate it. There's nothing green."
Collecting himself, he turns his smile back on, "But a jobs a job as they say."
He drops the smile and stares into your eyes.
"Hey."
"You wouldn't be interested in Captaining a ship for me, would ya?"