The Sharshana's time in jump ends mere seconds from the original estimate - a bullseye by any astrographical standard - as it drops into the Taomina system's outer reaches, just beyond the 100-d perimeter of what is either a barely-dwarf planet or an asteroid with pretensions of grandeur. At this distance from the star - a point of light in the distance - it is very cold outside, and there's definitely no kind of atmosphere to speak of down there.

There are two vessels in orbit, however: a patrol corvette and a yacht, judging by their profiles, though only the former has a power signature. There are also signs of a small complex of structures half-buried in the rockball's surface.

The half-minute or so that you've had hasn't been enough to get any more of a read than that before the patrol corvette signals you; apparently someone over there wants to talk.

Jacqueline stood and punchd the air in triumph. "Yes!" she said, extremely proud of her astrogation in this case. She then blushed and sat back down. "We're right at the arrival coordinates, sir. Looks like two ships present... a base, perhaps?"

The Baron was at his chair, fingers drumming on the armrest. When the signal came through he put on his most Imperial and stoic visage.

"Open a communication line, let's see what they have to say..."

Iita watches the sensors reports of the planet-oid, wondering who could establish an outpost so far from the sun, if not pirates. Well at least there's not a welcome committee of Rosax/pirate fleet firing at the Sharshana...

"Yes sir." Jacqueline said. "Patrol vessel, unknown yacht, this is INS Sharshana. State your status and intention" she said as authorities as she could muster as she contacted the two vessels.