Skymine
Following the chaos and heartbreak of recent events, Cap’in chose a job with minimal gunfire - a simple salvage charter. No rivals, no battle droids, no heroics… just grab abandoned mining tech and cash the cheque. At least, that was the hope. The Wayfinder punched through the thick, roiling cloud layer, its hull rattling as turbulence buffeted the ship. Then, through the mist, the Skymine emerged - an ancient floating complex suspended above a storm-wracked gas giant. Once, it must have been magnificent: gleaming hull plating, proud spires, a hub of commerce and sky-harvesting. Now it sagged like a wounded beast, listing to one side, its superstructure torn open in places. Rust streaked the metal, and entire sections seemed on the verge of collapse. Choppa jabbed a thick finger toward the viewport. “Uh… Cap’in? That normal ?” A chunk of plating sheared off the underside of the station, drifting slowly into the swirling abyss below. Jugro ’s antennae twitched. “Correction -...
