Attica Station Renowned as the largest Liberty Rogue installation in Sirius, Attica Station is a place of debauchery and sin, with some of Liberty's most notorious and violent criminals residing here. Contrary to most Junker bases, who put great effort into ensuring a non-violent environment to protect everyone's private business, the denizens of Attica Station long since abandoned hope that any precautions against people's lesser urges would bear fruit.
Content with merely guarding the vital areas of Attica which are mostly related to the production of pirate vessels, the rest of the station has entered a quasi-stalemate between rivalling gangs under the patronage of a warlord. With only occasional, conveniently accidental deaths between the gangs, business aboard the station is able to function, with the local warlords sharing the fruits of their dominance over the station with one another.
MEDUSA'S LAIR
At one of the hallways leading from the docking bays towards Attica's inner regions is a sign placed spreading across the entire entrance. Written in purple on a bright beige coloured background stripe it reads the words MEDUSA'S LAIR next to an emblem resembling a red cross on a smaller purple circle as background, just with black vectors of arrows entangled like snakes around each of the cross' arms. Neither does it look inviting nor is it inciting trust but it does get the point across, that it is this way to the clinic. The way is guided by further emblems of said cross, this time with only one entangled arm showing the direction at crossings. Following these and a few turns later another sign comes into sight, the very same emblem as there was above the hallway's entrance.
CLINIC D. Sc. med. chem. Medusa Gorgon
Reception around the clock
Appointments by arrangement
Next to the door sits on the right a small console at the wall where visitors need applying on their thumb. A scanning laser will run down and up, quickly followed by a piercing for a drop of blood, only after which the signal is turning green and the door opens.
There is nothing inside but four cushioned benches with stone blocks for tables along the right wall, what looks like a reception to the left wall, the two trained bouncers standing their deadpan guard next to it like lobotomized husks. And next to them another sign at eye level.
It is an otherwise empty room. Pale in looks with concrete flooring and metal plates crudely welded together as walls. To some if not most perhaps it is giving off the ambience of a cemetery board, a cremation board even, yet it is despite the back-breaking atmosphere a very clean place after all.
A short moment after the visitor entered the lobby, another staff is coming forward. She enters from a door build-in and hidden in the wall behind the reception section and is serving the visitor an apple flavoured tea and a shot glass of whiskey. Her figure is sleek, her hair runs down her back in a plait and she appears a beautiful young woman barely past legal age, was it not for the stitches that are covering and holding her mouth together. She does smile though, as much this is possible, and her royal blue eyes seem joyfully craving more of the pain that was inflicted on her and is keeping her company even now.
The served drinks are labelled, the tea with Appointment and the whiskey with Reception, obviously for the visitors showing what they came for. Regardless of what they choose, they are handed some documents and need filling them out, it is medical anamnesis from their own perspective along with some of their personal information.
