Commonalitarianism
02-06-2007, 12:14
It was a massive conglomeration of space habitat modules both old and new. Tall communication antennae stuck out of it in many places, and landing pads were spread all over the station. There was no one central hub, but many from many different eras stretching all the way back to the early 2100s.
On the underside there were many dead modules, but some still were lit up, barely kept functional by poor spacers, and people trying to stay alive, old hands who had failed their runs as merchants, or sentients who had simply fallen on hard times.
Surrounding the station various groups had turned cargo modules and left over tramp freighters into housing for their various groups, everything from space gypsies to New Kiev mobsters, to alien Jawas lived in these places.
Top side you could see the clean domes of the traders, mercenary syndicates, various alien legions, and ship sales men.
Numerous ship construction yards, ship salvage yards, and junk yards surrounded the station as well where you could buy anything from a tramp freighter to a fully armed privateering cruiser.
The place was not without defenses, many worlds used it as a neutral ground for various nefarious activities, smugglings, espionage, trade in illicit goods, hiring mercenaris and privateers, so the top section sported new shield generators, armored sections, and an incredible variety of weaponry, running from the early 22nd century to the present as well as a few dedicated ships from each of the various mercenary, mafia, and privateering companies.
The station had started around mars as an experiment in building a habitat out of old junk modules from shuttles and central hab mudules. It had been abandonded. Then it was taken over by a bankrupt shipping company, which managed to come back to life enough to start trading again. They moved it to the outer hub of the Oort Cloud around Sol. It became the place where spacers on ther last legs came to turn in their ships. Junkyards formed. Then the alien Jawa came and started trading from the junk yards, it expanded considerably.
Following the jawa, mercenary canid companies moved survivors of the second zombie war, intent on making a name for themselves separate from humans, they used their meager resources to build hab modules and training grounds for mercenaries and advertise their wares.
You could buy anything here. The place was dangerous, but it offered a second chance for those down on their luck.
On the underside there were many dead modules, but some still were lit up, barely kept functional by poor spacers, and people trying to stay alive, old hands who had failed their runs as merchants, or sentients who had simply fallen on hard times.
Surrounding the station various groups had turned cargo modules and left over tramp freighters into housing for their various groups, everything from space gypsies to New Kiev mobsters, to alien Jawas lived in these places.
Top side you could see the clean domes of the traders, mercenary syndicates, various alien legions, and ship sales men.
Numerous ship construction yards, ship salvage yards, and junk yards surrounded the station as well where you could buy anything from a tramp freighter to a fully armed privateering cruiser.
The place was not without defenses, many worlds used it as a neutral ground for various nefarious activities, smugglings, espionage, trade in illicit goods, hiring mercenaris and privateers, so the top section sported new shield generators, armored sections, and an incredible variety of weaponry, running from the early 22nd century to the present as well as a few dedicated ships from each of the various mercenary, mafia, and privateering companies.
The station had started around mars as an experiment in building a habitat out of old junk modules from shuttles and central hab mudules. It had been abandonded. Then it was taken over by a bankrupt shipping company, which managed to come back to life enough to start trading again. They moved it to the outer hub of the Oort Cloud around Sol. It became the place where spacers on ther last legs came to turn in their ships. Junkyards formed. Then the alien Jawa came and started trading from the junk yards, it expanded considerably.
Following the jawa, mercenary canid companies moved survivors of the second zombie war, intent on making a name for themselves separate from humans, they used their meager resources to build hab modules and training grounds for mercenaries and advertise their wares.
You could buy anything here. The place was dangerous, but it offered a second chance for those down on their luck.