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In Game Description

Provides a location inside the ship where damaged craft can be moved to in order to be repaired. Only one craft can be repaired at this station at a time.

Gameplay usage

Rarely equipped when a non-carrier ship wants to allow its few escort craft to repair; it usually is in competition with other very valuable compartments.

Stats

Spacecraft Repair Station
Cost	15 pts
Dimensions	3x1x6
Hitpoints	150
Hitpoints to Function	10
Damage Threshold	15
Mass	5 Tonnes
DC Priority	Low
Crew	15
Additional Spacecraft Repair Slots	1
Spacecraft Repair Rate	4 HP/s

Lore

The director crosses his chest with a flashing wand, signalling to kill the engines. Meadows flips a series of switches, watching the director give a thumbs-up, before the canopy raises. The Tanto lets off a grinding whine and a swarm of hangar crew pour in around her fighter, tools in hand, as Meadows stands in the cockpit and removes her helmet with a sigh.

Moretti is already ladder-side, reaching up to lower the boarding ladder and letting off an impressed whistle as his eyes look aft of the Tanto. "Damn, Meadows, what the hell happened?" Meadows follows his gaze, her tired eyes glancing across the jagged row of torn armor, burnt shrapnel embedded in the intake and jutting out like spines.

"You should see the other guy," she replies, her boots hitting the deck. Meadows watches as the intake armor is already shed from the frame, a trio of crewmen quickly working as the clank of shrapnel falls to the deck. "Barracuda I was tailing pulled a trick I've never seen before, did a complete somersault and almost smoked me with a rocket. He got away, though. My engine started to give out," she backs away with Moretti as the Tanto is wheeled off to the repair partition. "Think it malfunctioned and blew early, otherwise I'd probably be scattered across Bethel right now. Scared the hell out of me, that's for sure."

Moretti's brows raise, rubbing his forehead with the back of his gloved hand. "With a rocket? Tsk... gotta wonder where Constantine's finding these pilots..." Meadows wrinkles her nose. "They're definitely not our stock. Something tells me we're not the ones in charge anymore."