While on his way to his rented apartment, Pratus Gaelor's wrist-mounted data slate started beeping incessantly. He paused, handed his box of fresh purchases to his Mechadendrite and activated the data slate. The station's communications network was buzzing with chatter about rapidly approaching all-out gang warfare. Frowning, the Enginseer looked up from the backlit screen and noticed the streets had significantly emptied since he had started walking and the few people he did see were now armed, lurking near back alleys and small side streets and anxiously smoking lho-sticks. 

It was time to meet this Rogue Trader and get off the station. 

Gaelor took the box of supplies back from his Mechadendrite and switched its arc-welder on. The shoulder-mounted device whirred and started emitting a high-pitched whine as the arc-welder powered up, ready to deliver high-energy electrical shocks to any assailants. The Enginseer wished he had his hands free so he could arm himself with his lascarbine, but he was unwilling to part with his purchases. Speeding up his pace, Gaelor changed directions and stomped towards the outpost's void port, where he knew the Rogue Trader would arrive shortly. 

On his way there, Gaelor spotted an unassuming man in a dull yellow coat and gray fatigues -- what caught the Enginseer's bionic eye were the medals pinned to the man's chest. Fueled by the self-perceived limitless authority of the Adeptus Mechanicus, Gaelor approached the man and spoke. 

"[code]YOU, GUARDSMAN. ESCORT ME TO THE STATION PORT.[/code]"