The holographic sign flashed above your head, eye catching, meant to draw attention. It was a rocket engine, nozzle pointing upwards, a Terran honeysuckle flower coming out of it as if exhaust. Words flashed around it. "Honeysuckle Shuttle Servicing - Maintenance, Repairs, Upgrades - All Cycle Service".

This was apparently the place your shuttle had been taken to after a fuel line blowout just before takeoff. You could probably try and catch a ride home off this little trading station, but it'd probably be a long wait. Plus, it was your shuttle. Not a rental or corporate, yours. To just leave it with some unknown mechanic probably wouldn't be the best. The holographic sign over the door literally said "Come on in!", so why not?

Stepping inside, you'd enter a small lobby area. Quaintly furnished. A welcome releif from the station's utilitarian halls. Still, it was little more than a front desk and a few seats. At least there was a mini fridge with some drinks you could see. There was a little brass bell on the counter with a card that said "ring for service"...