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@Lady Selune

I think you just need age, zodiac, and a song and we'll be good to go.

@PrinceAlexus

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Solaris County Regional Airport, opened and inaugurated on the 4th of September, 1951, services Sol City and the surrounding counties. Established as a result of the discovery of natural gas in the greater Sol area. The original airport, purchased from a private citizen by the Berry Petroleum Company, was a few flattened dirt strips on a dusty plain, used to take off and land crop dusters. However with the influx of entrepreneurs and BPC employees, the airport was enlarged and a terminal building added on neighboring purchased land.

Once gas fields had been depleted in the early 90s, Berry lost interest in the region and the utility was purchased by the Sol City Civil Aviation Comity. SCCAC promptly built new terminals, and with private investment formed Solaire (SCRA-S) from the purchased fleets and infrastructures of surrounding regional airlines, forming the largest airline in the region.

Though you didn't need me to tell you that, you could have just visited the airport museum.

Solaire continued to be a dominant player in regional flights well into the 80s, consistently preforming well on a quarterly basis. Partnering up with a smaller, Solaris County based aviation firm, the company petitioned congress with air traffic control of regional airspace. However plans were quickly derailed with the entry of a rival petition from Pan-American and their junior company, Daedalus. The smaller initial partner with Solaire withdrew from the deal as a response to unfair business practices from the PanAm subsidiary.

Solaire eventually lost the battle for control of regional airspace to Daedalus, and with leaked plans to try and buy out their smaller partner, they lost them too. Bad soon turned to worse, in the late 90s the company had to default on debt it owed to the bank, and had to hand over its outer-city terminal to the bank. Subsequently the property was purchased by Daedalus, who too was hemorrhaging money until that point but swiftly recovered.

Accusations of foul play flew around but no court cases ever materialized.

Modern day Solaire (SCRCH-S) is a shadow of its previous self, operating an hour out of the city and mainly servicing the industrial estate nearby, as a cargo operator. Occasionally handling budget passengers.

Was told to put this here, just helping out with fleshing out the city history.

@Voltus_Ventus

@PrinceAlexus

Let's go ahead and move this over.

@Voltus_Ventus

Do you mind if we move this airport a smidge closer to the city? Maybe like 30 mins away from downtown? Also, is there a particular picture you want to use? If not, we'll find one to make the entry complete.

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@RawrEspada4

I might have a proposition for you on your character if you're interested. I'll send you a PM.

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Yeah, we need to let the americans come home from work to write something too :')

@Furiosa

We just getting ready to start second shift here. See you in about 7 hours.

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Busy night after I turned in yesterday. I will read those new apps while I'm at work today (where I'm headed now), if @PrinceAlexus has approved, then im good too. If I see anything concerning, I'll send PM's.

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@alexfangtalon

What happened to Image #2?? This app is denied!

Just kidding, approved.

@PrinceAlexus

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@aladdin_sane

Approved, that is some bio, and some detail and contexts included.

@PrinceAlexus

Seconded

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You know, that probably would have been a good idea. Try this one.

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New location to add:

LOCATION – SOUTHSIDE
Southside is where the majority of Sol-City’s industrial business is located with most of the prominent manufacturers, equipment dealers, contractors and the like based up and down the main thoroughfare of Southside Boulevard, one of the City’s oldest traffic arteries. Visiting this area usually means business. Freight trains run the tracks in all directions carrying raw and finished goods from the various large corporations stationed here. Don’t be surprised to find a traffic jam as a load of containers comes from the port or a large piece of machinery is being loaded up for transport.

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The sound of a bellowing freight train horn was nothing new to the residents of southeastern Sol-City. For most, the absence of the noise would have been usual, even for a Sunday afternoon. The industrial base of Sol City was just beginning to prepare for the work week ahead. Southside was one of the city’s oldest sections next to the urban core of downtown and the tracks that passed through connected north along the river everything from concrete foundries to steel mills. To no surprise, most of the housing was firmly blue collar and centered on the main drag of Southside Boulevard that continued all the way into the city center.

Tucked away near a crossing, just a few turns off the mainline was Apex Designs.

Outside the open bay door sat a red Jeep Wrangler just barely nosed into the shop enough to keep the rear off the curb. The hood was up and various bottles of different fluids sat on the ground outside, all neatly arranged. On a make shift rope-line stretched across the garage front hung the soft-top’s vinyl windows basking in the last gasps of heat from the Fall sun. A mechanic’s cart covered in numerous tool manufacturers and parts companies’ decals sat idly by the ensemble and somewhere inside the shop a radio blared. On top of the fender sat a canned energy drink wet with condensation. Underneath the vehicle, on a creeper, lay Joel Nicolosi, asleep.

The Jeep Wrangler was one of only three vehicles that Joel had ever purchased in his life and was the youngest of the same three he owned. He’d purchased it not far out of high school in order to pull his first car out of the daily-driver category. After a decade of ownership it had grown from its mostly stock form into larger tires, various lighting accessories, an elevated stance and its most unusual “theme”. The bright red base had two black stripes that ran over the front and the back quarters with two registration plates on the back: One on the lower corner, the standard Sol-City legal registration reading, RAWR, and in the center of the spare tire, a white and yellow, Jurassic Park i.n. C.R. 85 complete with the logo T-Rex skeleton.

The weight of the approaching freight drag shook the ground gently and one eye blinked open. When the conductor sounded the horn for the next crossing Joel stared blankly back into the shop. Sunday was normally the day he liked to take care of his own equipment, in this case putting the top back on the Jeep for the winter and changing out the transmission and transfer case oils. In the Spring, when the top came off, he did both differentials. It was easy to remember that way. However, he had worked through all of Saturday and most of the night. Fatigue was catching up, or rather, had caught up completely somewhere around 11am had passed him. The warmth beneath the vehicle and the gentle fall sunlight had been just right to lull him into a catnap.

The small shop was at capacity with three vehicles. In front, an S13 240SX stared back at him on jackstands. He had stayed up late working on it. There would be new, five-lug hubs for that guy along with calipers, pads, rotors and a master cylinder off of a 300ZX. In a corner the new wheels and tires were stacked and waiting. It would be a smart little street machine when it was done. Beyond that was a BMW X5 raised up on his single lift. Joel hated the car with a passion. Like all X5’s it had a coolant leak and like all BMWs was heinously over-engineered. The spaghetti maze of coolant hoses were a bitch and he couldn’t wait to get it out and charge the customer a hefty sum for his trouble. Finally in the far back of the shop sat an undisturbed 300ZX race car looking back at him from beneath the 240- that was another matter entirely.

He yawned and pushed an empty protein powder tub underneath the drain plug on the transmission and set about loosening the fill plug first as he thought about working all night again and sleeping during the day on Monday.

Joel's Shop Radio #1