Leto Station, turian make. A repurposed surveillance installation now utilized by the Blue Suns. It was once used as an administrative facility, for the function of detecting any inbound object in space. The equipment that gave it utility has long since rendered obsolete, but it housed a massive cluster of hangers all built around the station as a ring. The station itself is a bulky, tower-like construction with bulks of antennae on both ends. Leto Station was also a small-time producer of arms, those sold throughout the Terminus.
It stood in space with small convoys surrounding it. The Blue Suns were trafficking unregistered ships through the Terminus to the Traverse. The equivalent of border crossing. The Blue Suns themselves made a profit for servicing these ships and laboring any crewmember for their factories. Illegal vessels in Citadel territory, industrializing for a mercenary group, the sort of cases that would upset any law-enforcement.
Shepard was inbound.
The borrowed freighter made a pass around the station, passing several small convoys on opposite sides of the ring. The unnamed frieighter floated through the typical hangar forcefield, there it gently docked in the spacious hangar. Several crates were stacked along the walls, and a catwalk hung from the ceiling. Ship parts, terminals, and tools were scattered all over the floor. Everything was grimy, weathered, used. The station was old, but sturdy.
The foreman clicked over the radio that the ship made it and the hangar doors sealed. Along with several mechanics, a small brigade of Blue Suns troops, less then ten, stood at arms to greet the ship. Humans, turians, batarians, they all stood around the door of the freighter’s cargo hold. Every merc lazily carried his assault rifle; none were even prepared for what was behind the cargo bay doors.
The freighter’s cargo bay doors opened with a rattle. The inside was completely dark. Confused, several of the workers and guards called out for the crew to no response. Several tried to work their omni-tool to activate the light to no success. One mechanic stepped inside and activated his omni-tool’s flashlight to investigate. He stepped into the darkness alone to survey the inside; the clutter of objects from inside obscured the view for the rest who stood at the door. The man made a yelp, his cry was cut, along with his neck. Two of the mercs hurried into the hold shouting, a knife in the dark silenced one. The other met a bogeyman in the dark, his scream was loud and so was his skull when it was cracked against a wall. The metal bang being the last thing to test them, the remaining staff fired into the dark. It was not until three remained when they realized something else was firing back. Before they even managed to take proper cover, they each took a Viper round to the head.
The gunfire was enough to alert the rest of the station.