Verrik found himself at a primarily alien filled bar. Many seemed drunk, there was some band called FEX playing, and overall, the vibe was good. A lot had happened in the few months since he escaped the clutches of the Reserve. For one, he managed to get a direct replacement for his first starship, which seemed to have some weapons unlike his first. Though he swore it was larger. Regardless, it would do well for him, allowing him to surf the stars to his liking, and defend himself if needed. 
He looked around and took note of the aliens. One appeared to be a yellow bipedal slime creature with lime green eyes, and two tenacles coming out of his back, and he seemed to be sitting with a human. Neat. He thought about trying to get in bed with him, as he’s sure that slimy body would feel good, but he seemed preoccupied with his human, who looked like he just drank something spiked. Verrik watched as the slime creature carried the human up and out of the bar, presumably to their ship. 
He finished his fruity drink and made his way to his own ship, entering inside and getting comfy. It was in fact larger than his original, but he liked it, easier to crawl around inside. Even had a bed that he could fit in, but only just, along with what space travelers called “Micro kitchens”. It was good enough to heat up a pot of ramen or cook a frozen meal in its built-in microwave that could function as a stove, and would hideaway in the floor when not in use. 
Sure, he would have preferred the freighter, however the people he had to work with to become an official citizen of the Shadowhawk Republic said it was too heavily armed. Stupid factions and their regulations, he thought to himself. Speaking of that, he looked over the various computer screens and took note of an alert on one of them.
[Station-Alert-Message]
[Type: Local]
Issue detected in docking
bay seventeen (17).
Issue will be resolved shortly.
Remain calm and standby.
[End-Of-Message]
He took one look and didn’t even need to know it was his docking bay, as he could see the commotion far out in front of the exit into space. Thankfully he was at the back of the bay, so if a fight broke out, he had a good bit of distance between him and them. Half an hour passed by according to his ship’s clock, and there was still a hold up. He decided to read up on the station to pass the time. It was called the Spire, and seemed to be the Shadowhawk Republic’s crowning achievement, a massive station to house various species throughout its territory. Full of markets with just about anything.
Another half an hour would pass by, and by now, Verrik was bored. So, he decided to masturbate to pass the time. He would load up his saved porn and begin to jack off. He’d take it slow at first, working himself up to the brink and letting it linger for a bit before doing it all over again. He’d go on edging himself like this for a while, before finishing himself off. He made sure to get most of it into a small bucket he hid under the console, as he didn’t want his cum all over the controls. After cleaning up a bit, he noticed the commotion finally cleared up and was able to depart the Spire. 
It was then that he remembered his food supply was low, and with a sigh, he aborted the launch and got out, making his way for one of the plentiful storefronts the Spire contained. He would pick up some fancy looking ramen, as well as a few drinks, and some snacks. As he made his way back to his ship, he noticed another message on his main screen, and he could see some other type of commotion blocking the exit. It appeared to be an activist group this time.
How they managed to park their ship near perfectly to block the whole exit was surprising, as usually the station automatically pilots the ships to an open spot. Either way, he decided to stay in his ship, as he could tell it was some anti-alien group. Why of all places they chose the station with the most alien life moving in and out was beyond him. He never understood the point of these activist groups. They always seemed to be human, and most of humanity has already come to accept alien life. Didn’t matter to him too much nowadays, but it still bothered and annoyed the former human.
He just went back to masturbating. Ever since being experimented on, he’s certain he’s felt hornier, though his orgasms felt way better. Either way, he loaded up some different porn, and got to work, it wouldn’t take long surprisingly, perhaps the delays for departure were stressing him more than he thought. Another load in the bucket later and he looked on to see the activist group still there. Looks like he’d be here longer than he thought. He would jack off a couple more times, before being too bored for even that. 
Verrik decided to just get out and make his way to the bar once again, not noticing the human trailing behind him. He once arrived and ordered a drink, turning away for but only a moment, which gave the human enough time to slip something into it. As he went to take a few sips, everything seemed fine at first. However, he felt something mentally hit him hard. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, with what felt like water running over him, and he felt like he’d been sick for a week.
He looked up and saw some security agent standing over him, seeming surprisingly concerned. They would go on to explain that he, along with various other residents across the station, were seemingly poisoned by a human activist group. Verrik would give a weak nod, pushing himself up to rest against the wall as he was given some sort of medicine.
Taking it seemed to help quite a bit, as he was able to stand back up within a matter of minutes. He was then told that he had missed the worst of it. There had been an attempted coup from the activist group, who had spent years sneaking their people into positions throughout the Spire. Thankfully, Aphex responded to the stations distress call, and sent a detachment of his personal security force to deal with them. There were several firefights, but the offending humans didn’t stand a chance.
In the end, Aphex himself arrived in his flagship to take them off the station and heading off, but not before assigning another destroyer, the Warhawk, to protect the station for the foreseeable future. Surprisingly, Verrik would be given a rather nice unit to live in within the station, most likely as compensation for being poisoned. Though he wasn’t alone in this, as several hundred others were given the same, and seemingly all in a cluster around each other.
Verrik would carry the little amount of supplies he had to his new living space, before visiting a nearby market to stock it up further. He looked around, and it reminded himself of the room he had on the Phantom, only double the size. He would lay in bed, noticing his credit amount had increased while browsing through his tablet, most likely another compensation. He’d watch some movies before deciding to sleep for a bit.