Re: A Putrid Hub of Muck and Evilness
Myr led her crew through the alleys of Funky City, past hoboes and gangs, through dilapidated apartments and puddles of unmentionable liquid. There was no sign of a spaceport, or even a landing pad of any type - at least, not until they passed several collapsing buildings and entered a clearing just big enough to hold one spacecraft. Myr nodded to the small crowd of burly guards, who nodded in return.
The ship... matched its surroundings, to say the least. Though the Courier 2 was a new model, already the ship looked like it had been in service for a decade. The green and grey paint job was chipped and pockmarked, and the hull itself had dents that looked like they must have come from space debris. The landing gear was clearly barely holding the hulk up. The only thing that actually looked new on the ship were the salvage arms - and even those certainly didn't gleam. Even so, Myr spread her arms like she was introducing the crew to some queen, and said grandly, "'ere she is!"