Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26084195-20170515063914/@comment-26084195-20170516214541

And we can now begin.

The Murrcioun base is constructed into multiple large asteroids, with metal bridges connecting them to each other. Several docks for recharging, resting, and a small trade center. There is an impressive number of alien races wandering about, from many factions.

Then, by an airlock in the main trade center, the "clear area" warning light flashes, and the doors slide open. Four Murrcioun marines escort a scowling and handcuffed black-feathered Razorbird into the complex. They sit him down on a bench and press a button, which causes his handcuffs to magnetically attach to the bulkhead.

"There. Now we're going to stay here until the prison transport arrives. Would you like anything? A drink or something?"