<strong>Name:</strong>Slam Bloodybone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>SSV Fuzzyboots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>To call Friendship 2 a space station was, quite possibly, an insult to other space stations (by the same tone, calling it a floating pile of barely held together junk was also an insult to barely held together floating piles of junk), but, it was a stop off for many traders and pirates alike. Floating above the serene planet RenHault, beautiful with it's red swirled atmosphere (thanks to years of not quite safe mining, and atmospheric dust deposits), it seemed peaceful and almost a good place to be.<br/><br/>Of course, inside the station was a totally different story. Around the central hub and promenade, where the command deck was, along with the more touristy promenade (with an insane amount of bars, weapon shops, clothing shops and brothels) it was almost clean and well maintained. Further out, where the poorer people lived and the ships docked, it was grimy, darker and less well maintained with the occasional shower of sparks, hissing of steam from...somewhere, giving the place more of a sci-fi horror vibe.<br/><br/>Dock 47 was at the end of one corridor, with three metallic irises each with an independent code so only authorised  personnel (or really skilled engineers or crackers) could get in. Anyone who Slam had authorised would have the correct code, leading to an landing gantry, and a extendable<br/>corridor leading to the ship's airlock.<br/><br/>The Fuzzyboots was an old courier ship, which had defiantly seen better days, obviously recently painted a bright red (except for scorch marks and impact blasts). It was a sleek ship, with four large ion drive thrusters on the back, two at the top and two at the bottom. There was a line of lights revealing the bridge. The airlock would lead to the cargobay, where a grumpy looking Orx woman was carefully stacking supply crates, ratchetting them down and locking them into plate. Her long black hair was tied up into a ponytail and she wore a tight white tanktop above her leather pants and heavy work boots. One her left shoulder she had the tattoo of the Starcore Captains rank. Anyone who knew her, knew she was the captain and she got a little...crazy...when she was in port too long and it'd been six weeks already. She was watching the door, and to the new crewmembers she would simply growl<br/><br/>"Your late, we leave in 30, stow your crap and get to your station. We meet in the Galley for crew meeting" she stopped and thought "when we get around to it"