May, 817 A.S Inverness System, Invergordon Space Port
The TTR-1130 Pilgrim looked as good as if it where new when it moved slowly out of the dry-dock.
After the long time it was unused the interior got heavily damaged and totally messed up by parasites that mainly originate from the
prisoners it carried in the years after it was build.
The plants and algae from the wardroom and the canteen grew so much that almost the whole four upper
decks where overgrown by it. The food-stocks were rotten, water and hydraulic fluid was dripping from the roof.
The five lower decks were much less overgrown because there were almost no plants or any decorations
in the prisoner cells. But therefore it smelled awful the dead and wounded bodies of thousands of prisoners simply dont smell very nice and their smell
seemed to be long-living.
The water and hydraulic fluid that dripped and seeped from the upper decks down assembled in the lowest deck in a little brown disgusting lake.
But now, after two and a half month in the famous Junker-Docks, it looked like another ship.
The name at the front of the ship shined bright: Retribution, it arose from
its duty within the Kusari-Bretonian war.
After the war between Kusari and Bretonia began, the Retribution was used as a Prison or better:
as a Slave Liner. It carried mainly Kusari but also Gaian prisoners to the Bretonian Core Systems,
many of them had to work in labour camps that mainly produced engine components for the BAF Fleet.
After the KNF advanced and put also Leeds under siege the Retribution was discarded,
because it got heavily damaged when it tried to break thru a Kusarian blockade near Stokes Mining Facility.
The necessary spare parts were missing or better to say used to repair Bretonian Destroyers or Gunboats,
for that reason the BAF decided to sell it for a small amount of money even better than scrap it.
Now, after the repairs and restoration are finished, the bad smell almost disappeared. Plants and algae were removed and cut down,
the interior didnt look new, but way better than before and when his new
Captain, George Buchanan - an older man, unshaven and unkindly, a little stinky and with a strange sense of humour saw it before. All in all the Junkers did a good job, they are no decorators, thats for sure, but they know how to fix the essential parts of a ship and hey
its a Slave Liner, does it really needs a nice interior? mumbled Buchanan to his steersman before he enters the ship.
The command bridge was painted in a light copper shade,
the instruments were working and the lights and displays threw a slight blue light at the walls.
The crew was checking the instruments and systems, the engines were powered up and the necessary
systems to keep the slaves alive in their cells were also started.
Junkers were carrying food rations into the ship and the water storages were filled up over two pipelines.
The Captain took a look at the cells, up to 3800 Slaves going to live here for the time of their journey to new owners in the border worlds.
The cells were small and pretty dark, just lights on the floors threw a barely noticeable green light into them.
The Captain was pleased, that was a really nice Slave Liner and it would even be nicer with some slaves in the cells.