Floating district 178 - Arrivals terminal

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Evan Cooper is a refugee from Leeds. He is a good marksman and a excellent mechanic. Nobody is able to hold a candle to him when it comes to dealing with the wrench. This made it really easy for him to find a job as a mechanic in a workshop, in one of the refugees district. He even managed to get his best friend Jeff a job in the Workshop.

When the Gallic Royal Navy rolled over Leeds Evan nearly lost everything, his ship, his home, his family, his planet. The only thing that remained to him were some Credits and his best friend Jeff.

It is now a month after his arrivel in the districs and he is working on an engine in the Workshop as Jeff comes in with a datapad in his hand
Jeff: "Hey Evan, look at this crap...."
Jeff holds up the datapad. Evan wipes his oil-stained hands on his pants off and takes the datapad befor reading the letter from the District 178 Arrivals terminal Administration
Evan: "Citizens of the district bla bla bla... due to a system failure in the archives we lost information about the people bla bla bla.... We ask all citizens of the Mechanical District to head immediately over to District 178 and confirm your residence permit..... Really?... did someone spill his lemonade over the archive servers? Great... now i can spend my whole day there. Jeff can you sign me off i will head to there now"
He sighs and cleans his hands in the sink befor he walks out and takes a shuttle to the District 178.

As he gets out of the shuttle he sees the crowd of people. He walks to the Terminals and takes a form and starts to fill in it.

Contact person data:

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Name: Evan Cooper
Origin: Planet Leeds, Leeds, Bretonia
Reason to come to our installations: War Refugee
Criminal record: No
Sky.P3 protocols: darknight2828
Notes: I already live here for one month in the Mechanical District

Ship data:

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Ship type: -
Crew/passangers capacity: -
Amenities: -
Cargo space: -
Ship status: No ship available
Notes: Destroyed on Leeds


Personnel data::

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Crew: Only me
Passengers: None
Passengers origin status: None available
Notes: No ship, no passangers

He gives the form back and for the question about his ship he says "I lost everything when the attack on Leeds started.... but i live in a discarded Junker Salvage. Maybe i can make it operational again or at least build something like a Ramshackle vessels out of its spare parts. With a bit spit and ingenuity everything is possible" He turns around, walks back to the shuttles and gets into one "I need a coffee..." The shuttle takes off and heads back to his District

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[Haste]

Contact person data:

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Name: Victor Ashworth
Origin: Freeport Six, Tau-29
Reason to come to our installations: I can't afford planetside housing or a ship of my own. Once I have a place to stay, I could, perhaps, work towards purchasing or renting a ship.
Criminal record:

- Possession of Synthetic Marijuana

Sky.P3 protocols: hasteric
Notes: Small-time trading used to earn me a living, but the Gauls don't exactly like people with Bretonian roots. With them in control of Leeds and most of the Tau region, my routes became increasingly dangerous. Eventually, my losses exceeded my profits, and I simply ran out of cash. I could afford a ride here, but that's about it.


Ship data:

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Ship type: -
Crew/passenger capacity: -
Amenities: -
Cargo space: -
Ship status: -
Notes:


Personnel data::

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Crew: -
Passengers:-
Passengers origin status: -
Notes:

[Croft]

What do I press...That one? *Static* Well why didn't you bloody tell me...It's on? Oh for cryin-.

Ehm, Raleigh Lancaster here. Seems we've been having a spot of bother with the computers and just about everything else plugged in. Bear with me a second.

Mr Cooper...We're sorry for the mix up, still better safe than sorry. Wouldn't want to leave you behind should we need to evacuate.

Mr Ashworth you should find a list of available bunks on the bulletin board and we'll see about getting you into the big black. Stiff upper lip old boy.

Lancaster out.

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Jimmy The Rat | Croft's Feedback | The Rat Pack

[The Orbitals]

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From: District 178 Arrivals terminal
To: All ships orbiting District 178
Encryption level: ||||||||||

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The radio operator notices that the transmission system works again, meanwhile the district citizents are quite prepared for the daily routine necessary to live in the open space, those "ion rains" that are present at New London system still manage to destabilize the internal electronic systems time to time

This is Floating district 178, I repeat, this is Floating district 178. A heavy ion storm will hit us in two hours. We already are suffering from it presence. It is requested to all ship at the orbit to dock. Those who have come for the first time proceed to Hangar 3. Lancaster, thanks for the support I guess I owe you a cold beer *smiles*?

... Later at Hangar 3, A man with a pad checks the data of the newcomers

Evan Cooper! ... We still have your last dock entry recorded, I heard that the server has lost some citizens data, cross your fingers so you don't have to do the paperwork again, there's a mess right now. In any case this is for newcomers so feel free to head to the corridor.

Cesr Borgia and family! ... Welcome aboard sirs. I saw your ship is being worked out. Perhaps you may find interesting our repair bay. take this flyer, you will see all the information about our district.

Victor Ashworth! ... Glad you made your way to the district Victor, you're not the first Taus merchant that have to leave his customers to save his life. We have small workshop where we recycle and repair ship found at the war front. Don't expect the last market designs but functional vessels. In any case ask for the mechanics there they will know the ships that are present right now.

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