Hull Hooker

Pirate junk, cobbled from scrap. Tis a coward's call to clamp a ship, latching like crabs on the belly of a groff. Best be quipt with pads and hull-scrapers to shed the parasites. Typically, if the crew of cowards is worth any flare, the hookers will come after the breachers to lash strap for the boarding party. The scratch is, if your hull ain't chambered, these nasty claws will breach gas and fuck everything up for everyone uncapped, which tends to be everyone on the shuttles and tour boats the cheaper crews like to hit. Fully unnecessary, by my reckoning. Scores of souls for pocket change. Folks drift all sorts of ways, but sometimes it be a mighty challenge to spy the Fringe as anything more then a sinkhole of manners.