<div class="floatright"></div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Ship, Spaceport Planetside, Emape<br/><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong>Early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><hr/><br/>It had been quite a long morning, a few hours of auction that everyone had been told they would get their reward for long service in with the chance at a nice ship to sail the stars and make their own fortunes on. Naturally it was a police auction complete with the guarantee of 'well, here it is and we are not checking it, no refunds'. Through fortune, clerical error, or some other ill luck or design you had all been thrown into the ship lottery with shares melded together to get an older  model ship that had been recently been seized although the how, why, and former owner was not listed. Hours of paperwork followed until everyone had been shuttled off into area where the ship was berthed along with a warning that the auction was only going to pay the fee to stay at port for the day and no longer.<br/><br/>Finally without people lingering over your shoulders, each of you finally get to take stock of your new 'business' co-owners with some being more recently familiar than others. The ship sits nearby, scrappy with some battle damage but maintained enough to be serviceable if the reports were accurate. The last of the codes were transferred over to each of you and the hiss of the hydraulics moving accompanied a light rattle and screech of metal as the bay door lowered foot by foot to rest on the ground of the port with a solid thud.<br/><br/>The lights in the cargo bay flick on and a shadow is cast along the ramp from further inside where several large cargo containers still sit, sealed but not locked and titled 'entertainment goods'. The air in the ship smells slightly off, not stale but with a hint of almost familiar lingering about.<br/><br/>Activity hums around in the port from other ships around the large open area, moving cargo about and ignoring you all, save for a few soldiers keeping an eye on everyone as always while you stand there with your new acquisition and each owning a portion of a brand new hunk of junk, albeit one capable of moving through the stars.<br/><br/>The space port was an interesting place on planet, isolated with military oversight to ensure the spaceport and access to it remained safe regardless of local concerns. There were a few ships sitting in the fields, mostly larger cargo vessels being loaded up with what looked like containers of agricultural products inside climate controlled storage containers. A shuttle ran back and forth from the other buildings and the ship pads regularly to allow people to more quickly move back and forth, heading over to a checkpoint where weapons could be stored and then access allowed into the port facilities.<br/><br/>From what you had heard there were a few basic recreational places inside and some limited shopping, mostly a place for some basic foodstuffs and trinkets then a handful of bars and similar facilities for travellers stopping by and needing to negotiate business without living the safety of the spaceport. There were some limited hotel facilities available as well although most weren't much compared to even a normal ships stateroom and meant for very limited use between transports rather than any kind of vacation or long term stay.<br/><br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][img width=200]Link to your character avatar if you have one[/img][/floatright]<br/>[b]Name:[/b]<br/>[b]Location:[/b]<br/>[b]Time (if Needed):[/b]<br/>[b]Tagging:[/b]<br/>[hr]<br/></code></pre>