[b][u][i]Welcome to the Jungle[/i] Concordat Space,Bram Sector, Hub-1.6.B[/u][/b] "zzzZzzzzzzzzzz" Luck's snoring echoed through the cockpit, and throughout the ship, as in his sleep he'd activated the intercom. "ZzzzzzZzzzzzz....wha-" This annoyance was interrupted when he suddenly woke up, a rapid beep startling him. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that it was an indicator that they were exiting the Blink, arriving at their destination; Hub-1.6.B, a trade and supply station used often by the Ministries of Doctrine and Security patrols as a in-between routes, but also open to public mercantile vessels through the Ministry of Commerce. On average, between 13,000 to 24,000 were on the hub at any one time, with about 7,000 living on it permanently. The Drop-Ship automatically registered a spot on the docks, navigating it's way through the traffic of other ships arriving and departing, finally landing. Maintenance drones swarmed it, securing it and examining it, ensuring nothing harmful, i.e. radiation, viruses, symbiotes, came with it. The hatch hissed open, allowing those aboard to exit. The Hub was essentially a small city, trams running from the docks into its four districts; The Market, where most supplies could be had, from exotic gun to exotic animals, The Residential, where those who either wanted to rest a bit or find a more permanent home resided, The Lights, where many forms of entertainment could be found, and finally, the Social, a collection of parks and restaurant fronts. At the center of it all, was the Seat; where the Concordat maintained its watch over the place, ensuring it did not fall to chaos. Due to their presence, one would be hard pressed to find illegal items, as the black market is practically non-existent. [spoiler]Open. Go where you want. Just know your in Concordat territory now, and there are laws.[/spoiler]