ImTired When the box is settled on the station, it opens up, revealing a trailer home-like environment with basic necessities, except with a set of odd shackles on a wall instead of a bed. Hexer, or Project Hexer, is sitting on a chair with some weapon resembling a handgun with two barrels with some sort of a slot in the receiver. The gun fully fits the decorating and colour scheme of Offworld, however has a slightly sturdier and rough look. Hexer stands up and refuses to talk with crew, threatening to shoot them if they intervene, and contacts Quynn.
"Hello again. Yes, you told me to not come back. And I am sorry. On my behalf - because I cannot decline orders of my command. On the behalf of Offworld as a whole - for looking like assholes they are. Long story short, I'm a robot slave with sentience for a reason unknown to me. Now, it was not my idea to create a bazaar in your Court. And again, I am personally sorry for attempting to do something with it. And I'll say, they have some interesting technology that shouldn't be quite kept in such weak hands. Of course, I'm not telling you to go and assault them, it's just I hate them. For simply giving me sentience. Now do with me as you please."
He sits down again, still aiming at brave crew that decide to come closer.