A battered YG-4210 freighter limped into Landing Deck 412, careening to either side before it touched down with a loud "Whump." From the side of the ship one could see words painted on the side - The Silence. After the cargo hold opened, a fairly tall humanoid grabbed his luggage and walked out into the dimly lit deck. His cheeks, slightly puffy at a glance, fell and rose excitedly.
There was much to do here...

The humanoid moved through the crowds quickly, making sure that his light tan fedora covering most of his face. Perhaps that was a good thing for them, considering that his puffy nose might have given away...but that was nothing compared to the task at hand...
The Chevin trader poked his head outside of his store as he searched the faces of the creatures passing by. He hadn't been getting much business lately, mostly due his lack of wares, but an old friend was going to change all of that.
"Looking for someone?"
He turned around slowly to face what looked like an elderly human. But there was something about his appearance...Oh yes!
"Neacamus Davvl, what a suprise!" the Chevin said in a loud baritone. "What's an Anzati like you doing here?"
"I'm on a business trip," the other drawled, letting each word drip with venom. "You had a job for me, I believe."
"Oh, yes. Now I remember! Come into the backroom, if you will," He gestured with a large claw. "It's about time the Shadow got back on the Hunt, don't you agree?"
Neacamus simply nodded and started to move his briefcases into the store...