- RP Date
- early YE 43
- RP Location
- Port Xenn
Port Xenn
Outskirts of the Port in an open field.
It was a sight to behold on the beautiful day just outside of Port Xenn. Rows upon rows upon rows of various people of all nations, factions, races, creeds, and whatever other label or category they folded themselves into, spread out in one of the single largest gatherings seen in some time that had no military nor major political reasons behind it. This... This was simply a chance to buy and sell at a swap meet.
The yearly salvage give away had come and gone, massive quantities of loot given away simply because the store houses were overfilled. From high grade military equipment down to historically accurate wooden ships, and everything in between, if a person had it, and they didn't want it, they had been called to the fields to sell it for whatever profit they could make. While it was easy to see there had been some grouping dependent on possibly nationality or racial connections, it still seemed to be... welcoming! Weapons were checked at the gates and there was armed security that roamed the fields to make sure everything was on the up and up, but for the most part it seemed to be a fairly relaxed and laid back environment. With spots picked out and items set up for sale, the official first annual galactic swap meet was quickly underway
Outskirts of the Port in an open field.
It was a sight to behold on the beautiful day just outside of Port Xenn. Rows upon rows upon rows of various people of all nations, factions, races, creeds, and whatever other label or category they folded themselves into, spread out in one of the single largest gatherings seen in some time that had no military nor major political reasons behind it. This... This was simply a chance to buy and sell at a swap meet.
The yearly salvage give away had come and gone, massive quantities of loot given away simply because the store houses were overfilled. From high grade military equipment down to historically accurate wooden ships, and everything in between, if a person had it, and they didn't want it, they had been called to the fields to sell it for whatever profit they could make. While it was easy to see there had been some grouping dependent on possibly nationality or racial connections, it still seemed to be... welcoming! Weapons were checked at the gates and there was armed security that roamed the fields to make sure everything was on the up and up, but for the most part it seemed to be a fairly relaxed and laid back environment. With spots picked out and items set up for sale, the official first annual galactic swap meet was quickly underway