Nadir
Death from Below
OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
Intent: Resubmit a cool grandfather.
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Dear Jamiehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/127944-dear-jamie/
Tortuga stationhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/4236-tortuga-station/
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PRODUCTION INFORMATION
Manufacturer: Originally the Pirate Fleet. Additions and modifications made by Nadir and the Corsairs of Cato
Model: One of a kind
Affiliation: Corsairs of Cato | Nadir by proxy
Production: Unique
Material: Scavenged and disabled ships (durasteel, agrinium, etc.)
Classification: Pirate base | Shadowport
Length: 12.2 km
Width: 7.6 km
Height: 8.6 km
Armament: None
Defenses: Extreme
Between Nadir and the Corsairs of Cato, the station has been retrofitted and facelifted into the modern age of crime. It boasts redundant layers of shielding for multiple types of ordnance (including ion), which is still just a precaution in the face of the pirate fleet that is stationed in its immediate perimeter at all times. Other captains may be called on for aid, and thanks to the station’s proximity to Shadowrun, assistance is never far away.
Hangar: Several levels of docks for smaller craft; arms that jut out from the main station make it easy for larger ships (cruisers and upwards) to dock with the shadowport as well.
Maneuverability Rating: None
Speed Rating: None
Hyperdrive Class: None
All standard features. ‘Tis a space station, folks. Sensors, life support, turbo-lifts, the works.
ADVANCED SYSTEMS
Two gravity well generatorshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Interdiction_field/Legends
Crystal gravfield traphttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Crystal_gravfield_trap
With teeth: Tortuga is made by pirates, for pirates. While it’s not a military station and thus lacks active armament, it’s always surrounded by the corsairs that so love to plague the hyperlanes of the galaxy. If you’re one of them, they’re a friendly bunch; if you’re not…
Space hulk: The shadowport underwent no official construction the likes of which are often led by Vanir and similar. Instead it was built in layers upon layers by passing generations and Captains. This has resulted in a heavily reinforced station, complete with layers of redundancy both in shielding and hulls. Taking her down is a feat of its own.
Space hulk: It’s slow as hell. That is, it doesn’t move. At all. Because it’s a space station. Were there ducks in space, Tortuga would be one of them, sitting. If you point with your gun at this and miss, you should be getting your eyes checked – or, better yet, just get a set of new cybernetics.
Long before this modern era of piracy and crime; of warring corporations with their shadowy fingers in every pie; of quietly sown dissent and sedition that permeated the highest thrones in the galaxy; long before this era did Tortuga first draw breath.
Well, not a breath per se, because it’s not alive.
Spiritually, maybe.
Certainly enough pirates have died in its halls and upon its hulls to have turned it into some manner of vessel of the souls of the happily damned.
Because that’s who the dwellers and lurkers of this illustrious shadowport are: happily damned. The joyful sinners of the galaxy who break the law often just for the sheer fun of it. There is, naturally, plenty of profit involved, don’t misunderstand. From the ever-growing Corsairs of Cato to the manifold and myriad ranks of knave and scoundrel that make up the Brethren, any and all may find safe haven in the belly of this behemoth.
Its belly is, likewise, to the taste of the common and distinguished buccaneer alike. From casinos to brothels and everything in between, the vast corridors, circuits, and plazas that make up the inside of the vast station are never boring. Aside from the generous entertainment districts, Tortuga is a home away from home to many of the privateers that make port in these parts. Residential districts are abound on all levels; houses and lofts offered in every price range. Whether you’re a Captain looking to retire in a sprawling villa or a fresh-faced freebooter looking for a temporary bed to lay your head upon, the shadowport will provide. To support the vast number of people that regularly or temporarily live and breathe on the station, Tortuga reserved several of its arms for the purposes of agriculture and produce manufacture a long time ago. This serves to provide autonomy from imported goods and can feed the many thousands inside its hull even in the case of a prolonged siege.
Lastly there are the docks, which make up most of the station’s considerable breadth and bulk. Long arms extend from the main station, welded and forged together from ships long gnawed by the rot of time. These serve as outer docks for the very biggest of ships that arrive with the pirate fleets, the frigates, cruisers, and even the occasional destroyer. A section below the station proper is reserved for dry docks, refits, and repairs – raiding vessels, after all, see plenty of combat.
Several levels of smaller docks are available for corvettes and fighters, which run as the fan favorite of every battle-tested marauder. For Captains who invest a significant interest in the business on the station, the docking and repair fees can be reduced to essential pocket change; those who’ve engaged the business in the past, however, will find these services coming at a far steeper cost.
Ultimately, however, business is still business. In this sense, Tortuga is seen as something of a neutral territory for the pirates of the galaxy. The station will welcome any Captain and crew with open arms – until they break the rules of this tenuous peace.
And then god have mercy on that soul.
