There were very few types of ships with that could be expected to act a tug for a space station. That list of ships shrunk considerably if the ship needed to operate independently because it would not be cost effective to send an escort detachment of combat ships. So when Arthos' own ship exited hyperspace, the iconic curve of the Lucrehulk was not unexpected. Even in it's cargo configuration, as this one was, they were solidly built, well armed and they could be run with a large number of droids taking the place of an organic crew.
According to the logs from Blackwell, there had been over four hundred droids of various typing on the ship to act as crew - and a further two hundred to act as the security element. The organic crew was there to mainly keep the droid in line but, in this case, that hadn't worked. None of his contacts knew why the droids had killed the organic crew members but there was enough video evidence of the violent droid revolt in the final message that the captain had managed to send out.
Blackwell was, no doubt, on their way with a team to recover their property but Arthos and his small team of Mandos had gotten the transmission first - and a quick look at the sensor readings confirmed that he was right to jump on the opportunity. They had arrived before the Blackwell recovery team. They didn't have all the time in the Galaxy but getting there first was a godsend.
The station was tethered to the back of the Lucrehulk still, entirely undamaged. Had he a larger ship, it would have been a simple matter of cutting the connections, slaving the station to his systems and then leaving.
But he didn't know a Mandalorian or any allies that had a ship that large, not since the Mandalorian armies and navies had begun to fade away. So, instead, he had a different plan. A plan he needed to discuss with the two other members of his team - @Reiel Mal Crowholde and @Cerria Vizsla . He had worked with Reiel a few times but he had never worked with Cerria despite sharing a clan with her.
"Vod." he greeted them both on the bridge as he sat in the pilot seat, turned around to face them, "We need to take the Lucrehulk."
The very tall, still quite thin, Vizsla man sighed underneath his helmet once.
"I'll forward you the list of droid types we might face but the worst case scenario is we're fighting over six hundred droids." he told them, honestly, bluntly, "But my ship cannot tow the station. The Lucrehulk can - we just need to get to the bridge, lock it down and assume control. We can vent the droids as we accelerate. Are you with me in this, vod?"
He eyed them both.
"I ask much of you, I know. But you will have a place with me and mine in this covert I am constructing... and you will received fifty percent of the Lucrehulk's black market sale price."
@Forsythe Crowholde @Cataphractor