CadetNewb
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Everything started from somewhere.
A ship was more than just the sum of its various parts, but the most basic, important part, was the massive slabs of metal. These were to be shaped, melded and welded together to form the ship. Though these varied a lot depending on the faction or nation that was doing the building, ranging from self-repairing meta-metals to even something as simple as a rudimentary titanium alloy, the idea was unchanged. It was the backbone of it all. For the Marine Corps, its most basic and important part was the people in it. Recruits were taken, smelted and forged into newly minted marines to be sent out, or veterans were taken and reassigned to new groups, most often for ships.
Their new ship, the NSS Sledge Mama, needed her marines. But right now? They weren't even due to arrive yet.
Instead, they were either shipped fresh out of their training or previous assignment, and told to report to the Stanton Shipyard before being plopped down in the middle of the city. In a way, it was command's way of saying, "Take a break, you earned it," or alternatively, that it just didn't give a rat's ass so long as everyone showed up on time, and in uniform for the ship's maiden voyage. The city was grungy and dirty from being in the constant shadow of the massive shipyards, with everything looking like it had an unhealthy coat of black dust. All the buildings seemed to be dark and well worn, with dark alleyways in between them all. And yet, at the same time, it was all brightly lit - neon lights mixed with shadow to form sharp shapes, while the almost cheery hustle and bustle of this city went on
The shipyards were in view of this shuttle station, but so was the nearby strip - with all the military traffic, it only made sense there was plenty for them to do.
Several clubs were garishly lit with bright flashing lights, with some bars either following the same example, or choosing to be more quiet and discreet. Weapon stores, ever present in Nepleslia, showed off their goods through barred poly-glass windows; they were just as often normal firearms as they were something 'heavier'. Origin - an ever present megacorporation - was even selling tanks, just a few aisles over from the groceries and toilet paper. At the same time, there were also various restaurants, coffee shops and bakeries around, either dressed to impressed or more down to Nepleslia. What was here didn't stop with just these though of course.
There was more to be had of course, always. And, the marines were free to it - provided they simply made it to their ship in time.
A ship was more than just the sum of its various parts, but the most basic, important part, was the massive slabs of metal. These were to be shaped, melded and welded together to form the ship. Though these varied a lot depending on the faction or nation that was doing the building, ranging from self-repairing meta-metals to even something as simple as a rudimentary titanium alloy, the idea was unchanged. It was the backbone of it all. For the Marine Corps, its most basic and important part was the people in it. Recruits were taken, smelted and forged into newly minted marines to be sent out, or veterans were taken and reassigned to new groups, most often for ships.
Their new ship, the NSS Sledge Mama, needed her marines. But right now? They weren't even due to arrive yet.
Instead, they were either shipped fresh out of their training or previous assignment, and told to report to the Stanton Shipyard before being plopped down in the middle of the city. In a way, it was command's way of saying, "Take a break, you earned it," or alternatively, that it just didn't give a rat's ass so long as everyone showed up on time, and in uniform for the ship's maiden voyage. The city was grungy and dirty from being in the constant shadow of the massive shipyards, with everything looking like it had an unhealthy coat of black dust. All the buildings seemed to be dark and well worn, with dark alleyways in between them all. And yet, at the same time, it was all brightly lit - neon lights mixed with shadow to form sharp shapes, while the almost cheery hustle and bustle of this city went on
The shipyards were in view of this shuttle station, but so was the nearby strip - with all the military traffic, it only made sense there was plenty for them to do.
Several clubs were garishly lit with bright flashing lights, with some bars either following the same example, or choosing to be more quiet and discreet. Weapon stores, ever present in Nepleslia, showed off their goods through barred poly-glass windows; they were just as often normal firearms as they were something 'heavier'. Origin - an ever present megacorporation - was even selling tanks, just a few aisles over from the groceries and toilet paper. At the same time, there were also various restaurants, coffee shops and bakeries around, either dressed to impressed or more down to Nepleslia. What was here didn't stop with just these though of course.
There was more to be had of course, always. And, the marines were free to it - provided they simply made it to their ship in time.