Post by Taddio Tara'dek on Apr 25, 2007 0:12:28 GMT -5
There were many space stations and outposts in the galaxy. Some space stations were civilian installations designed for habitation, as research stations, or as orbiting spacedocks. Others were well-armed military installations. The Death Stars were the most famous military space stations. Unlike most space stations, they were mobile, and even hyperspace-capable.
Primrose Station ---
Created around 77 BBY the Primrose Space Port/Station was made originally to be a defense installation, construction ended on it when a fleeing freighter leaving Coruscant slammed into it. Killing a large majority of those who were working on it. This was not the first such occurance (just the largest and deciding factor), several times after small incidents occured, a propulsion system overloaded, exploding and killing the original foreman and architect along with their schemetics crew. Throughout process of construction more such coincidences happened, leading upto the last great crash.
Due to these abnormal circumstances workers refused to complete the Space Port. Leaving it vacant for several years. It would then be bought by a large group of merchants. Men who had lots of power and lots of money to spare, along with questionable contacts.
Together this group of men would reconstruct the Primrose into something never before seen this side of the Core. A massive shipyard was erected, residential area, even its own defense force controlled by the Primrose Coalition would be inacted with its own laws. These laws by Coruscant standards were shady, allowing slavery, prostitution, gambling, trade of weapons, drugs and equipment that was banned on the planet.
Primrose and its collection of owners however found loopholes, paid money and made deals with Coruscant and the senate to keep it running the way they wanted it to only stipulation was it had to leave its current location. Giant propulsion systems were installed, sending the ship just out of range of the agreed upon boundaries, leaving it still in range of the planet. In order to keep itself safe it had tractored in several large asteroids to attach to, to create its own gravitational axis to resist constant pull of the galaxy. Continued work, alot more credits, sweat and blood would be needed to make it safe for occupation. In the year 63 BBY this would finally happen.
The grand opening in 60 BBY being responsible for one of the biggest parties the Core worlds had ever seen...
Primrose Station
Planet Type: Asteroid - Space Port
Climate: Artificial - Temperate
Terrain: Indoors, domes, terraformed in places, asteroid areas are rocky terrain
Atmosphere: In most places breathable, artifical air
Languages: Basic is most common
Population: estimated 1.7 million
Species Mix: 55% Human, 45% other
Government: Corporate/Guild
Major Exports: Illegal contraband, ship parts, drugs, slaves
Major Imports: Foodstuffs, contraband, slaves, hi-tech goods
System/Star: Coruscant
Description:
Originally it was built into the shape of wheel, much like Jubilee Station part of that wheel was destroyed by the 77 crash. Put in its place was a large asteroid they call the Hump. Dappled across this asteroid are small domes, honeycombed throughout Hump. Inside these caverns, and domes are facilities of all kinds. Mainly residential areas. On the surface lays the commerce areas, which is in general ALL of what Primerose is, the best slums/cantinas in the galaxy call Primrose home.
Corsec Officer Damia: Ok so what happens on this space station? Mandalorian Ralt Merys: Party, Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll!
People:
" Primrose? Greatest place in the galaxy, all the chooba you can eat and booze you can drink, from here you could spit on Coruscant. Maybe if you're lucky you might nail the Senate and those nosey Jedi. " --- Unknown.
That quote shows the general feelings of almost everyone who would call Primrose home, haven, or their home-away from home. It's become a cesspool mixture of the worst kinda of people you'd ever hope to meet in the galaxy and some of the best if you look hard enough. Tourists, fun seekers, mercenaries, hiding criminals, gangs, nobility on vacation... you name it, its there.
The defense force of Primrose is mainly consisting of droids. Inside of Primrose overlooked by the 'police' are Black Sun members, Hutt Syndicate, Space pirates, Shades of Ringali thugs... ect. All have their own sectors and follow, along with enforce their own laws.
Corsec also has its own base of operations on Primrose due to the treaty with Coruscant, though theyre as corrupt as the rest of the asteroid haven.
Special Locations:
Star Dive Haven --- the number 1 rated cantina on Primrose (Located in the nuetral zone safe from the sectors) A seedy yet retro joint, full of Twi'lek dancers, slaves, carnal pleasures of all kinds, alcohol, drugs and it's own fighting pit. Broadcast live throughout the entire bar/cantina and the Asteroid/Station via Holonet. Owned by a short fat alien named Gusto.
Mandalorian Warrior:
Worn out, sore and tired from the trip back. Credits burning a hole into his pocket he slipped from the Starcutter a long stretch following immediately. The young man shielded from eyes by the Mandalorian armor walked with a proud stride. Those who would look at him wouldn't see the 19 year old man underneath the hard shell, they'd see a Mandalorian, feared, elite warriors. Known throughout the galaxy.
Which by all rights he was, he was more skilled and battlehardened then most. Hell his father was almost as legendary as Jaster, or Jango. At least among the Man'doa, he on the other hand had no such bragging rights yet. He was a force to be reckoned with true, he's also been combat experienced sicne the age of fourteen, but he was no Pale Death, he was no Jaster Mereel... he decided he probably would never be either of them. He didn't care though, he was Ralts Merys. He was a Bounty Hunter, a Mercenary, a Gun for Hire... he didn't need the Mandalorians, they were troublesome. All family were.
He found himself standing infront of his favorite hang out. The Star Dive. A great place if you liked it rowdy, liked to watch women dance, and loved getting messed up. Which... were all things Ralt was into. He reached up rubbing the back of his armored neck with a gauntlet. Massaging the stiffness out. Knowing the perfect person to take care of that issue. His smile grew across his features, brushing past a Sullustan who seemed to be gaping at a Holovid billboard.
The inside of the Dive was rich with noise, a perfect mixture of dark room lit up by laser lights and strobe. Blinding in someplaces yet pitch dark in others. A permenant cloud of smoke seemed to hover over the entire place, artificial fog mingled with smoke from cigarettes, drugs and the Creator only knew what else. " Ooo waaah... deenga fah joobah Ralto! " A voice came pelting at him from his left.
Groaning as he seen the owner Gusdo, the short pot-bellied Toydarian hovering towards him with his hummingbird fast wings dragging spindly disfigured looking legs behind him.
" Speak Basic Gusto, you know I can't talk that gibberish back! " Ralt joked back. Trying to sound as playful as possible. Yet completely annoyed by the little twerp.
" Ahhh so you did the jobo yes? Har gooda. I don't have to make Jil'Shala work more now!!! " He laughed loudly at his own joke. Causing Ralt to shake his head.
" Sealed and delivered, I hope your friend appreciates it. "
Gusto bobbed his head broad tusked mouth in a smile. " One things though Mhan doo lorian... you owe me for your tabs you run up here, plus distracting dancer girls from dancing! "
" Ronto-poodoo! I paid the tab last time and I damn well can't help it if your dancers won't keep their hands off of me." He grinned at the second part despite his anger.
" No you paid ones thirds of it Mhan Do. " Came the retort.
" You fat... listen up mate, I didn't pay one third, I paid the full star storming thing! " His fists clenched as he couldn't believe the con-artist.
" No no no.... you see here... " He suddenly shrilled out pointing at one of the Twi'leks near him, " Bring komputer!! " The green skinned woman scurried over quickly flashing a purple lipped smile at Ralt, who of course couldn't help but smile back. Twi'leks were a weakness for the young warrior. Wizards, who didn't have a weakness for them.
" Stop that! Or you owe me more! " Snapped the Star Dive owner. Tapping fingers tips on the view screen of the hand computer. " Pay 'tention! see see!! All you, all your tab, you only pays a third of it. Stupa!! "
" poodoo... no way, look. You're charging me for taking their time like they're prostitutes!!! Outrageous... " He hallered back. Causing the small alien to buzz backwards then foreward.
" Theys is paustolutes!! You take their time you pays!!! Even if you not sticky pokey them! " The Toydarian hallered in return.
Groaning and tossing his hands into the air in defeat, Ralt reached behind him fumbling for his datarie stick. " Listen... how about we barter... business has been sluggish lately, kinda like you. How about we up and I'll pay fifty percent ontop of what I paid last time. Then you can call it even for a while. "
" Hrmm... fifty percent ontop of last pay... wait a minute you calls me slug!? "
" Never Gusto, you know me better then that. I called you A slugger. You've been a slugger for business lately.... heh. " The Mandalorian quipped back trying to save himself.
" Ohh, like on the vid screens? Fighting sluggers? Ehh? hahahah. " The small man laughed fists swinging back and forth at the ends of shrivelled little arms.
" Yep, like them. So how about taking about the fifty percent I'm paying you. Ontop of last time. "
" Ok, so you paid last up, and now you'll pay fifty percent onto that. How about sixty five percent. Then we call it deal. " Gusto said, waving the computer about before shoving it to the Twi'lek who Ralt remembered only as Chuma. Thinking that was right.
" No no, I'll pay you fifty percent of it all. Last payment included inside of the full hundred percent. "
" Wagt! No, ontops of, you said ontops of!!! Dont' try play me of fool, I nots as dumb as you think you are looking at me. "
" You mean... not as dumb as you look? " Ralt said quietly, blinking as he did so.
" Gah fodo, zeeba no jagna fodo gordo!!! " Growled back Gutso.
" Ok ok ok... no need for profanities. Lets start over.... "
Mandalorian Warrior:
" Can you for once Gusdo not be such an ass and . " The argument had carried on for almost an hour now. Ralt was standing with his fingers clenched to the sides of his head. Groaning audibly at the small man.
" Yous dee ass Man'do I am buisness man, you are stupa gunman, I know what we doing here you do not. " The toydarian waved his hands about. Unyielding. " Yous know rules for mine you pay up ok. " He said the 'ok' at the end like all was final. With a flitter of his wings he zoomed off leaving the Mandalorian to stand alone frustrated and hungry the growling of his stomach almost as loud as that coming from his throat.
" I think I lost that one. " The Twi'lek dancer/waitress winked over at him moving to stand by his side. " It looks like you did Ralt. "
He nodded his head, flipping his finger across one of the cups she had on her tray. " One of those for me? " He gave a wry smile.
She shook her head the tails on it flapping back and forth, " No, but I can sneak you one if you go find someplace to sit. "
" Sounds like a plan, is she done yet? " He inquired, looking around not seeing the orange skinned twi'lek he was seeking out. Murmering to himself. Trying to remember the day. Glancing back to Chuma only to get a shrug. She wouldn't tell him of course, she was jealous. He rolled his eyes and stepped up the small steps to his right walking infront of several horseshoe shaped seating enclosures as he made way for his usual spot.
Sliding into the bench resting elbows on the tabletops rim infront of him he narrowed his eyes trying to pierce the hazed fog that permiated the entire building. Listening to the table next to him play Dejarik the hologram monsters making their little noises as they killed one another. Laughter coming from the participants.
He audibly yawned slumping back into the seat very undisciplined like and unorderly, his head tipping foreward to rest his chin on the top of his chest as he glared into space. Images toying through his mind, his fingers finding place upon the smooth surface before him to drum.
" Wrong again! Why on earth would you slash that way when he's coming in towards you. What in the Suns are you thinking, you'll die doing it like that. Do it again. I swear at you don't have my blood running through those veins. "
" I've done it a hundred times already, every time you tell me its wrong. "
" Well, then do it another hundred times, maybe you'll eventually get it right. Miracles do happen. "
He hadn't realized his leg was bouncing up and down until the green twi'lek audibly slapped his cup down infront of him. Releasing a small sound to get his attention, " Keep that up and you'll waste a good free drink. "
He blinked and looked up at her, his face instantly reshaping as he offered a smile. " Was thinking about something. Thank you Chuma. I'm sure it tastes as good as you look. " He winked at her as she retreated from his table with a laugh and an " I doubt it. " Leaving him to his brooding.
Primrose Station ---
Created around 77 BBY the Primrose Space Port/Station was made originally to be a defense installation, construction ended on it when a fleeing freighter leaving Coruscant slammed into it. Killing a large majority of those who were working on it. This was not the first such occurance (just the largest and deciding factor), several times after small incidents occured, a propulsion system overloaded, exploding and killing the original foreman and architect along with their schemetics crew. Throughout process of construction more such coincidences happened, leading upto the last great crash.
Due to these abnormal circumstances workers refused to complete the Space Port. Leaving it vacant for several years. It would then be bought by a large group of merchants. Men who had lots of power and lots of money to spare, along with questionable contacts.
Together this group of men would reconstruct the Primrose into something never before seen this side of the Core. A massive shipyard was erected, residential area, even its own defense force controlled by the Primrose Coalition would be inacted with its own laws. These laws by Coruscant standards were shady, allowing slavery, prostitution, gambling, trade of weapons, drugs and equipment that was banned on the planet.
Primrose and its collection of owners however found loopholes, paid money and made deals with Coruscant and the senate to keep it running the way they wanted it to only stipulation was it had to leave its current location. Giant propulsion systems were installed, sending the ship just out of range of the agreed upon boundaries, leaving it still in range of the planet. In order to keep itself safe it had tractored in several large asteroids to attach to, to create its own gravitational axis to resist constant pull of the galaxy. Continued work, alot more credits, sweat and blood would be needed to make it safe for occupation. In the year 63 BBY this would finally happen.
The grand opening in 60 BBY being responsible for one of the biggest parties the Core worlds had ever seen...
Primrose Station
Planet Type: Asteroid - Space Port
Climate: Artificial - Temperate
Terrain: Indoors, domes, terraformed in places, asteroid areas are rocky terrain
Atmosphere: In most places breathable, artifical air
Languages: Basic is most common
Population: estimated 1.7 million
Species Mix: 55% Human, 45% other
Government: Corporate/Guild
Major Exports: Illegal contraband, ship parts, drugs, slaves
Major Imports: Foodstuffs, contraband, slaves, hi-tech goods
System/Star: Coruscant
Description:
Originally it was built into the shape of wheel, much like Jubilee Station part of that wheel was destroyed by the 77 crash. Put in its place was a large asteroid they call the Hump. Dappled across this asteroid are small domes, honeycombed throughout Hump. Inside these caverns, and domes are facilities of all kinds. Mainly residential areas. On the surface lays the commerce areas, which is in general ALL of what Primerose is, the best slums/cantinas in the galaxy call Primrose home.
Corsec Officer Damia: Ok so what happens on this space station? Mandalorian Ralt Merys: Party, Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll!
People:
" Primrose? Greatest place in the galaxy, all the chooba you can eat and booze you can drink, from here you could spit on Coruscant. Maybe if you're lucky you might nail the Senate and those nosey Jedi. " --- Unknown.
That quote shows the general feelings of almost everyone who would call Primrose home, haven, or their home-away from home. It's become a cesspool mixture of the worst kinda of people you'd ever hope to meet in the galaxy and some of the best if you look hard enough. Tourists, fun seekers, mercenaries, hiding criminals, gangs, nobility on vacation... you name it, its there.
The defense force of Primrose is mainly consisting of droids. Inside of Primrose overlooked by the 'police' are Black Sun members, Hutt Syndicate, Space pirates, Shades of Ringali thugs... ect. All have their own sectors and follow, along with enforce their own laws.
Corsec also has its own base of operations on Primrose due to the treaty with Coruscant, though theyre as corrupt as the rest of the asteroid haven.
Special Locations:
Star Dive Haven --- the number 1 rated cantina on Primrose (Located in the nuetral zone safe from the sectors) A seedy yet retro joint, full of Twi'lek dancers, slaves, carnal pleasures of all kinds, alcohol, drugs and it's own fighting pit. Broadcast live throughout the entire bar/cantina and the Asteroid/Station via Holonet. Owned by a short fat alien named Gusto.
Mandalorian Warrior:
Worn out, sore and tired from the trip back. Credits burning a hole into his pocket he slipped from the Starcutter a long stretch following immediately. The young man shielded from eyes by the Mandalorian armor walked with a proud stride. Those who would look at him wouldn't see the 19 year old man underneath the hard shell, they'd see a Mandalorian, feared, elite warriors. Known throughout the galaxy.
Which by all rights he was, he was more skilled and battlehardened then most. Hell his father was almost as legendary as Jaster, or Jango. At least among the Man'doa, he on the other hand had no such bragging rights yet. He was a force to be reckoned with true, he's also been combat experienced sicne the age of fourteen, but he was no Pale Death, he was no Jaster Mereel... he decided he probably would never be either of them. He didn't care though, he was Ralts Merys. He was a Bounty Hunter, a Mercenary, a Gun for Hire... he didn't need the Mandalorians, they were troublesome. All family were.
He found himself standing infront of his favorite hang out. The Star Dive. A great place if you liked it rowdy, liked to watch women dance, and loved getting messed up. Which... were all things Ralt was into. He reached up rubbing the back of his armored neck with a gauntlet. Massaging the stiffness out. Knowing the perfect person to take care of that issue. His smile grew across his features, brushing past a Sullustan who seemed to be gaping at a Holovid billboard.
The inside of the Dive was rich with noise, a perfect mixture of dark room lit up by laser lights and strobe. Blinding in someplaces yet pitch dark in others. A permenant cloud of smoke seemed to hover over the entire place, artificial fog mingled with smoke from cigarettes, drugs and the Creator only knew what else. " Ooo waaah... deenga fah joobah Ralto! " A voice came pelting at him from his left.
Groaning as he seen the owner Gusdo, the short pot-bellied Toydarian hovering towards him with his hummingbird fast wings dragging spindly disfigured looking legs behind him.
" Speak Basic Gusto, you know I can't talk that gibberish back! " Ralt joked back. Trying to sound as playful as possible. Yet completely annoyed by the little twerp.
" Ahhh so you did the jobo yes? Har gooda. I don't have to make Jil'Shala work more now!!! " He laughed loudly at his own joke. Causing Ralt to shake his head.
" Sealed and delivered, I hope your friend appreciates it. "
Gusto bobbed his head broad tusked mouth in a smile. " One things though Mhan doo lorian... you owe me for your tabs you run up here, plus distracting dancer girls from dancing! "
" Ronto-poodoo! I paid the tab last time and I damn well can't help it if your dancers won't keep their hands off of me." He grinned at the second part despite his anger.
" No you paid ones thirds of it Mhan Do. " Came the retort.
" You fat... listen up mate, I didn't pay one third, I paid the full star storming thing! " His fists clenched as he couldn't believe the con-artist.
" No no no.... you see here... " He suddenly shrilled out pointing at one of the Twi'leks near him, " Bring komputer!! " The green skinned woman scurried over quickly flashing a purple lipped smile at Ralt, who of course couldn't help but smile back. Twi'leks were a weakness for the young warrior. Wizards, who didn't have a weakness for them.
" Stop that! Or you owe me more! " Snapped the Star Dive owner. Tapping fingers tips on the view screen of the hand computer. " Pay 'tention! see see!! All you, all your tab, you only pays a third of it. Stupa!! "
" poodoo... no way, look. You're charging me for taking their time like they're prostitutes!!! Outrageous... " He hallered back. Causing the small alien to buzz backwards then foreward.
" Theys is paustolutes!! You take their time you pays!!! Even if you not sticky pokey them! " The Toydarian hallered in return.
Groaning and tossing his hands into the air in defeat, Ralt reached behind him fumbling for his datarie stick. " Listen... how about we barter... business has been sluggish lately, kinda like you. How about we up and I'll pay fifty percent ontop of what I paid last time. Then you can call it even for a while. "
" Hrmm... fifty percent ontop of last pay... wait a minute you calls me slug!? "
" Never Gusto, you know me better then that. I called you A slugger. You've been a slugger for business lately.... heh. " The Mandalorian quipped back trying to save himself.
" Ohh, like on the vid screens? Fighting sluggers? Ehh? hahahah. " The small man laughed fists swinging back and forth at the ends of shrivelled little arms.
" Yep, like them. So how about taking about the fifty percent I'm paying you. Ontop of last time. "
" Ok, so you paid last up, and now you'll pay fifty percent onto that. How about sixty five percent. Then we call it deal. " Gusto said, waving the computer about before shoving it to the Twi'lek who Ralt remembered only as Chuma. Thinking that was right.
" No no, I'll pay you fifty percent of it all. Last payment included inside of the full hundred percent. "
" Wagt! No, ontops of, you said ontops of!!! Dont' try play me of fool, I nots as dumb as you think you are looking at me. "
" You mean... not as dumb as you look? " Ralt said quietly, blinking as he did so.
" Gah fodo, zeeba no jagna fodo gordo!!! " Growled back Gutso.
" Ok ok ok... no need for profanities. Lets start over.... "
Mandalorian Warrior:
" Can you for once Gusdo not be such an ass and . " The argument had carried on for almost an hour now. Ralt was standing with his fingers clenched to the sides of his head. Groaning audibly at the small man.
" Yous dee ass Man'do I am buisness man, you are stupa gunman, I know what we doing here you do not. " The toydarian waved his hands about. Unyielding. " Yous know rules for mine you pay up ok. " He said the 'ok' at the end like all was final. With a flitter of his wings he zoomed off leaving the Mandalorian to stand alone frustrated and hungry the growling of his stomach almost as loud as that coming from his throat.
" I think I lost that one. " The Twi'lek dancer/waitress winked over at him moving to stand by his side. " It looks like you did Ralt. "
He nodded his head, flipping his finger across one of the cups she had on her tray. " One of those for me? " He gave a wry smile.
She shook her head the tails on it flapping back and forth, " No, but I can sneak you one if you go find someplace to sit. "
" Sounds like a plan, is she done yet? " He inquired, looking around not seeing the orange skinned twi'lek he was seeking out. Murmering to himself. Trying to remember the day. Glancing back to Chuma only to get a shrug. She wouldn't tell him of course, she was jealous. He rolled his eyes and stepped up the small steps to his right walking infront of several horseshoe shaped seating enclosures as he made way for his usual spot.
Sliding into the bench resting elbows on the tabletops rim infront of him he narrowed his eyes trying to pierce the hazed fog that permiated the entire building. Listening to the table next to him play Dejarik the hologram monsters making their little noises as they killed one another. Laughter coming from the participants.
He audibly yawned slumping back into the seat very undisciplined like and unorderly, his head tipping foreward to rest his chin on the top of his chest as he glared into space. Images toying through his mind, his fingers finding place upon the smooth surface before him to drum.
" Wrong again! Why on earth would you slash that way when he's coming in towards you. What in the Suns are you thinking, you'll die doing it like that. Do it again. I swear at you don't have my blood running through those veins. "
" I've done it a hundred times already, every time you tell me its wrong. "
" Well, then do it another hundred times, maybe you'll eventually get it right. Miracles do happen. "
He hadn't realized his leg was bouncing up and down until the green twi'lek audibly slapped his cup down infront of him. Releasing a small sound to get his attention, " Keep that up and you'll waste a good free drink. "
He blinked and looked up at her, his face instantly reshaping as he offered a smile. " Was thinking about something. Thank you Chuma. I'm sure it tastes as good as you look. " He winked at her as she retreated from his table with a laugh and an " I doubt it. " Leaving him to his brooding.
