.You step into a run down hangar. Rust has begun to spread on the walls and puddles of what is hopefully oil can be seen all around. A broken pipe in the ceiling causes a steady dripping of water.
.A few run down ships are parked here, most of them looking barely space worthy. A welding torch sparks and hisses somewhere out of sight.
.Crates are stacked haphazardly around the hangar, sometimes forming small rooms. Rugged old couches and chairs stand around in small groups, most of which have refrigerators or storage crates full of ice and drinks near them. Hammocks have been hung where ever they fit and mattresses can be seen all around.
.This is the home of the Freebooters, their base of operations. They don't mind visitors, as long as they don't come to start trouble.
.Suzume climed out of the cockpit of her Griffon and looked around. Apparently the others were out. She opened up her cargo hold hatch and pulled out a couple of crates. She didn't even bother to open them before she stacked them up against a wall, she knew it was just crap. She sometimes wondered why she bothered stealing cargo she had no use of.
She wandered off to a refrigerator, opened it and pulled out a bottle of beer. Now beer was something that she needed more crates of. She contemplated intercepting a supply delivery to a cruise liner. She sunk down into one of the couches and put her feet up on a crate with the label 'Interspace Commerce'.
Her luck was fleeting of late, breaking just about even on her runs. It's hard work for a pirate with a ship that doesn't intimidate. She shrugged. ."At least I'm still flying." she said to herself as she took a swig from her beer.
Adam Reid's Surveyor, a rusty old mining craft adjusted to act like a light fighter, slowly approached the Hangar 67, the modest haven of the Freebooters. It appeared that the Surveyor has got a few more holes on its armor since the last time it was around.
Yet, Adam was in a good mood once he was out of the cockpit, smiling wide as he's checking the new holes and a few burns. "Oh well... the miner did the job... wasn't as bad as I thought it would be..." he mumbled to himself.
His arms crossed together, he looked around the hangar to see a sulking Suzume, drinking her beer on the couch alone silently. He waved to her, "Hey, Suzume... how's it going?" approaching with lazy steps. "Mark and I were lucky lately... we made a tour starting from Cortez and ended in Taus... Got a few nice catches."
Suzume looked up at Adam and smiled as he approached.
"That's good news. We might be able to afford staying around here." she said as she kicked open the lid of the Interspace Commerce crate, revealing it to be filled with ice and various bottles of alcohol. "Help yourself."
"I've been having some trouble with freelancing bounty hunters driving me away from my prey." she said, spitting the words bounty hunters out. "They're operating outside the guild, which makes it harder to see them coming. I think I need to start making an example out of them."
Reid picks up a bottle of whiskey from the crate, a brand he had never tasted before. This cheers him up more, seeing that Suzume kept them stocked on one of the most important ingredients of an outlaw life... booze.
"I see, you've been busy as well... Just what I needed." he smirks, opening the bottle and taking a sip immediately. He settles on one of the crates on the opposite side of the couch, looking up to her. "It's best if you don't take on hunters just yet... at least not when we are not around... the time will come when it will be them avoiding us."
Suzume looks over at her Griffin with a distant look in her eyes. After a while she shrugs.
"Yeah, the time will come." she says as she empties her bottle.
She flinches slightly as a drop hits her forehead. She looks up just in time to see the second one fall on her face.
"Oh for..." she stands up and moves the couch a meter to the side and then wanders around for a bit until she finds an empty metal can which she places under the leak.
"One of these days we'll come back to find this place flooded." she says as she sits back down in the couch. "Stack the valuable stuff at the top."