Amazing_Goob
The ship sends a simple generic agreement transmission, and the thrusters of the small commercial flotilla fire up a deep shade of blue, that hastly turns incandenscent into a blinding white.
They swerve close to the station and enact a retroactive burn, the thrusters swerve in their semi-plastic basis to aim, and stop the motion of the ship. Dozens of small retroactive thrusters fire, shining and highlighting their position that runs along the colourful detailings on the exterior of the ship hull.
The ship touches down with barely any noise, the shock from the weight distribution of the ship only recognizing by the groaning metal of the station supporting its weight, as the landing feet, large chamfeured rectangles with two connecting pillars of metal, had shock absorbers built within.
The ramp of the ship manifested itself, jutting out from a rectangular area demarked by an orange detailing. It slowly shot outwards and slightly upwards, then swung downwards on its hinge, and carefully touched down upon the metal of the station.
From within, surged three lizardmen. Two guards surrounding a center one dawned full body suits, occulting their face with modern helmets composed of few angles. The lizardmen in the center dawned a robe made out of flat diamond-shaped plaques of a crystal-like material that shone deep shades of purple and blue as the light reflected and refracted off it.
They awaited for whoever was to make the questions to appear before them. None of them seemed to be armed.