Around five visible guards were in the area. One not immediately visible was on the far side of the ship in this hangar, cleaning his shoes. All were armed with stun pulse guns, wearing headsets and a visor that covered one eye. It appeared more whimsical than functional, considering it picked up no read on information in the area. Only in direct combat would it be applicable, and then just to keep the guard aware of their own vital statistics.

There was a reason this was labeled as badly guarded.

Two of the other guards were arm-wrestling near the ship itself, by some kind of control panel. It may have been docking restraints, if it was an odd set-up. The other three were walking around and patrolling the perimeter. Occasionally they'd check in.

"Hey Jude!"

"Yeah?"

"Got any nines?"

"No! Go Fish!"

"Awh, fiddlecrumbs." One guard diverted toward the ones sitting by the controls, picking a card up off the top. "Hey, whattya know? A nine!" He turned back around to resume his pacing of part of the hangar. Apparently, it was the next guard's turn.