The Aurorian Fleet
Trenork sighs heavily. ''Sorry, I was getting ahead of myself. Here I'll show you around.''
You step into a crowded cockpit. There's only enough room for two people to work the controls. The air is fresh though and no parts seem to be dysfunctional. So far so good. You climb down to the cargo bay, or at least that's what it's supposed to be. It reminds you of the ancient submarines they used to use in 1960 AD. Sure it can hold 20 tons of cargo, but it would have to be stashed in odd places. When the previous owner installed the cargo bay he just took out the weapons dock and created nooks and crannies enough for several people to stand in. You can manage five jumps with this thing. Not bad. Overall, it's a pretty good deal. You'd still have 10,000 credits leftover if you took his price.
You step into a crowded cockpit. There's only enough room for two people to work the controls. The air is fresh though and no parts seem to be dysfunctional. So far so good. You climb down to the cargo bay, or at least that's what it's supposed to be. It reminds you of the ancient submarines they used to use in 1960 AD. Sure it can hold 20 tons of cargo, but it would have to be stashed in odd places. When the previous owner installed the cargo bay he just took out the weapons dock and created nooks and crannies enough for several people to stand in. You can manage five jumps with this thing. Not bad. Overall, it's a pretty good deal. You'd still have 10,000 credits leftover if you took his price.