Upon entry to the Marauders own person section of the Spaceport, you come across a flaring neon sign...
Welcome To Invergordon Spaceport
The rustic smell of welded scrap fills the air as you enter. Discarded parts are strewn across the floor as if almost to compliment the Junkers own punctuality. Dim flickering lights stress to give the area at least a little amount of light in order to sustain the atmosphere. Various patrons and scrap enthusiasts litter the area; whether they are sharing stories of salvage trips, relaying pirating operations or are here just for some socializing. It seems that people here are affiliated with the Marauders in one way or another. Even those who are not know to have relations with the Marauders seem to still be welcome, albeit if treated with a slight suspicion. A large holo-screen presents all the latest announcements. 'If you have a matter to speak about with the Grand Marauder, please leave a notice for the receptionist so that they can inform him'. Underneath the screen, a robotic AI in a rusty chassis stands idly by wiping up glasses on automation. Upon further inspection, it appears that the robot acts as both the bartender, clerk AND receptionist...
There is much to do on Invergordon, it can be considered one of the most darkest corners of Sirius's underworld gatherings. However, that is simply a matter of opinion. Whether you wish to grab a drink, discuss business with other criminal groups, plot a murder or just do plain business, the choice is yours.
// Welcome to Invergordon! Anyone can post here. If you wish to RP with Marauders or begin a possible RP, this is a place to chill. You are free to do whatever RP you wish with other people though, the more the merrier!