When Errreembuhr was a younger wookiee, he would have been the first to join in a hunt of the Siringana. Vicious beasts, brutal and dangerous in their evolution, they would have made excellent prey, much like the wyyyschokk of his home world. But he was no longer the wookiee he once was. An arm and a leg had been replaced with mechanical representations, wrapped in synthetic flesh and fur to match his the rest of his body, but despite the added strength that the cybernetics gave him, he wasn't nearly as quick as he used to be.
Instead, he found himself on a ship of old Mandalorian design that he'd purchased at quite a large mark-up from a retired Hyperion Security captain along with a shuttle that now sat in the hangar. He had little use for an interdictor, but the ship's other features were what appealed to the wookiee. Namely it's capabilities at self-defense against smaller craft, its storage capacity, and its hangar.
A mission such as this would call for such storage capacity, and a droid crew for the most part could work the ship quite well enough. To that effect power could be saved, as Errreembuhr didn't need the full effects of the life support systems with his cybernetic and mechanical enhancements. And with the extra space in a relatively empty hangar aside from a shuttle for his personal transport, he was confident that whatever he found here could be easily stored and transferred back to New Plympto.
"We're less than five minutes from arrival, sir," the droid navigator's voice chimed, its mechanical blending in with the noises that the other droids on the bridge made. "Shall we have your shuttle prepared?"
"Yes, thank you."
Errreembuhr's response was punctuated by lifting his body from the captain's chair, turning to pass through an automated door on the way to his quarters. There would be some things he'd need to prepare, namely his weapons. This was unclaimed territory, outside of Alliance control and a fair distance from the First Order's subjugation, but that only made it more dangerous as anyone could come and go as they pleased with no authority to investigate them.
He would take with him here his bowcaster, and in a holster on his hip, a heavy blaster pistol. Both weapons packed a hard punch, and with them at his side, Errreembuhr felt there was little that could be there which would provide a significant obstacle. Especially considering dozen droids he would be taking with him, each armed with an EO-5 heavy blaster rifle.
"Sir, we're exiting hyperspace in ten seconds."
The voice came over his personal comm unit, and with that he knew it was time. He began the trip to the hangar bay, noting the subtle change in the overhead lighting and a dull ding sound that signified the exit from hyperspace. On his orders the ship would remain in orbit, not far from the orbital station, while he and his guard explored the station itself.
When Errrembuhr arrived at the hangar, his shuttle prepared and guards lining the way to its entry ramp, he received another message from the bridge. At the press of a button on his chest rig, the hologram projector buzzed to life, a blue display appearing before him of the communications officer droid.
"Sir, we're picking up another ship exiting orbit near the station. It appears to be a Coalition vessel. Would you like us to establish contact?"
"Yes, put me through to the vessel," he replied, adjusting a dial to boost the clarity of his image. "Inform me when you've made the connection."
With the droid's visage disappearing from his display, he waited for them to make the call to the other ship and put them through to his own communications system.
(Myrian Zara not sure what you had planned but I'm up for some company in exploring!)