Trade Platform Georgia (Station)

HMS-Hood

ThereGoesHalfMyShip ((UEG destroyed all wreaks of my ships and the one he didn't destroy on on the surface of Pluto (ueg land))

Rifqi_Fajar_Zain

An armed shuttle arrives at the platform and enters the hangar. The five crews of the shuttle, Mimi, Dee Dee, Kob, Dante, and Elle exit from the shuttle.

Dante: "So, we are here, the place where we could refuel our shuttle and take a break for a bit!"
Mimi: "I am gonna get some scraps I could find here. What about you, Dee Dee?"
Dee Dee: "No items needed. Thanks!"
Kob: "Gotta buy some ammunition. My blaster is run out of charge."
While Elle doesn't say anything. She will just stick along with Dante.

(Apparently, I don't need to waste my time on drawing them and design their ship. The characters will also develop from time to time!)

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Rifqi_Fajar_Zain (The docking gantry is an external structure, you dock with the station via airlocks, as the hanger is only big enough for the station's mining vessel)

The crew is met by a rather flushed crew member, and by the position of his hands in his holster, he was expecting a pirate raid. Noticing the relaxed expression of the boarding party, he quickly slackens, and offers a hand to shake.

"Ah, sorry about that! A lot of action for the first day. I'd expected a pirate raid or something considering the activity around here. Name's Edward, welcome to Trade Platform Georgia."

ONI

A cargo ship by the name Horn Of Plenty or HOP-000987111to the UEG Shipping department comes into view of the station. The local stars' light catches on the ship's box-like frame.

The Captain Maria Banks sends out a hail to the station. The other two crew members wait in the chairs at their stations in the cramped bridge for a response.

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ONI A radio signal crackles as a comms line is opened.

"Hello, welcome to Trade Platform Georgia. We currently have 2 docking ports in use, so be mindful of the customers. We're offering a range of supplies, from fuel, ammo, snacks, drinks. What takes your fancy?"

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Dumb "I was... hoping for... well, a gun."

The captain made a gun shape with his hands and pretended to shoot something with it.

"You know, bang bang...?"

The captain shakes his head.

"You know what, fine, we'll take the... pack... thingy..."

The captain takes the pack in his hand and examines it. He and the other crew member disappear into the cargo bay the hanger was linked to, shortly returning afterwards. The crew member rolled out a canister of FTL fuel. He seemed a bit ashamed, to be rolling out the old canister in the presence of the beautiful lady. The captain had a keg of booze in a wooden barrel. Fancy.

"How's this for payment then?"

Dumb

Compilatron "hmm...you mean this?" Dasha shape her right hand into a finger gun and points at her left hand, while the left hand as sort of a shield, fingers pointing up and palm facing the finger gun. Instantly two pieces of metal flew off the pack, one hastily shifted into a laser blaster and with the sound of "pow", a laser is shot towards the other piece, which consumes the power of the shot, leaving no marks on neither the surroundings and the piece itself, before the two pieces reattach onto the pack "Yes it does have some offensive capabilities, albeit pretty lackluster for me" the smell of heated air fills the room as she take off a set of gloves "remember to put these on when you want to use the RCDS, and i recommend you to at least get used to the controls before getting engaged in actual combat." she handed the gloves to the captain, estimating that he is the one using it "the payment seems fine for me, though i would like to acquire one more thing, and am willing to exchange some work time in here" she says while she take the canister and the keg each with one hand and put it in a corner, winking at the crew member during it

Rifqi_Fajar_Zain

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Dante approaches Edward and accepts the handshake from him, "No problem, mister!"
"My name is Dante, the captain of the five crews. Mind if we ask what do you got here?"

ONI

Compilatron The HOP responds. “Is trading in your best interests?”

The HOP awaits for the go ahead to dock.

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Rifqi_Fajar_Zain "Ah, certainly certainly!"

Edward just seemed happy to have some normal customers for once, who weren't either declaring mayday, flying a scrap heap, or casually wielding a god killer weapon.

"We got fuel, ammo, scrap, food. We even got a littl' barista setup if you want somethin' to drink. All locally sourced, naturally."

Rifqi_Fajar_Zain

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Mimi takes a glance at the pile of scraps and lit her eyes with amazement.
She runs to the scraps, "Come on Dee Dee! Let's get something good there!"

Kob looks at the racks of different kinds of ammo. He begins to search for the ammo that fits on his blaster.

"Alright, kids! Have fun shopping! What about you, Elle?"
Elle [mumbles in both slime-like and cyber], "You just hungry?", she mumbles an agreement. "Alrighty then, little cutie! We'll get some food in the bar. But first, we need to get some fuel first, then we can eat," he answers.

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Rifqi_Fajar_Zain Edward sarcastically says, "Heh, kids"

"So yeah, we got fuel canisters to go, 200cr a unit."

The lower deck of the station held the cargo bay, and the upper deck, where the docking gantree was, was more of a lounge with a little barista, featuring a display of fresh fruit and vegetables, as well as offers for some home made meals.

On the lower deck, there was a large and complex looking machine made of pipes and boilers, and next to it was a cage marked "highly flamable", containing canisters of FTL fuel.

"So, how many units you want?"

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Rifqi_Fajar_Zain Edward gave an odd glance at Elle, likely contemplating her origins, but not obviously enough to notice.

Rifqi_Fajar_Zain

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"2-3 cans, please," Dante answers

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Edward sees Ella as a pink with a slightly magenta slimy blob with a cyber component inside her semi-transparent body. She flies with a ufo-like disc that permanently melds with her body. She mumbles at Edward as she tries to say hello.

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ONI "Certainly! That's... why we're here. You're free to dock at any available gantry. Do note we have a weight limitation of up to "Frigate" class ships."

ONI

Compilatron ”Perfect, HOP standing by”. The hundred meter cargo ship moves forward to dock the blue hue of its engines slowly dimmer as they come to a stop in the gantry landing area.

Inside the small bridge, the crew get get out of their chairs to stretch their legs. Normally cargo ships with a slipspace drive were escorted, to stop pirates from getting them. But the only defences the HOP’s crew had was a couple fire extinguishers and pistols with a spare magazine for each. After all these were “naval merchants”

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ONI (That's... not a frigate but alright)

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ONI

Unforunately, nobody was there to great them. All the station's staff was busy apparently. Down the docking hallway was a fairly simple but comfortable lounge area, as well as a barista stand lined with vegetables and fruit, as well as some prices for more complex meals and drink.

The back of the lounge had a door labelled "Crew only", which had a window to a nice hydroponics garden.

To the right of the lounge was a set of stairs, one going up, labelled "Control Deck", and one going down, labelled "Cargo Bay". Some echoey chatter drifted out from the cargo bay, and was likely where most of the crew was stationed at the moment.

ONI

Compilatron The crew head towards the barista for some well deserved r&r.

HMS-Hood

@Compilatron D'oro says to the captain "hey, I think someones upstairs permission to investigate?"

Zin01

@Compilatron
You see a bright flash and then a frigate appears. It has a blue tone to it, but looks like it just came out of a battle. One side of the ship has the words "N.M.A.T.F. Survivette". Then, your comms pick up a message.

Hello, We are the Nyno Mines Inc. Anti-Terrorist Force, and we have come here for a quick fuel break before we get to home-base. If anything gets fishy, I'll let you know that we have over 30 civilians on this ship that we have recently saved from a... plane, that's what it's called.

The plane that they were talking about was one of the ships from the SAS (Supermarine and Avro Songbirds{hint hint}).

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Zin01 The comms are silent, but the station still seems to be in a perfectly normal condition. You could even see movement through the station's windows. The vessel could, however, see an SAS vessel docked to the station, a fighter which was barely operable, covered in bullet holes and burnt to a crisp. It's amazing it got here at all. Another civilian ship and a freighter were docked to the station as well. Luckily, there was one last docking gantry still available on the station, and it didn't need any clearance.

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Dumb "That bei-"

The captain was cut off, hearing the comms system sound an alarm as another vessel entered the sector. He grumbled, and went upstairs to respond, and seemed more than happy to not be dealing with her any longer. This left just the crew member. He looks around, checking that the coast was clear.

"Name's Trevor, or Trev. Station's chef and botanist. You said yours was... Dasha?"

He gave an awkward smile and offered a hand to shake.