WIP: Tortugastra

My sci-fi boys have been warring over the same stretch of suburban ground for years.  They deserve a proper star-faring battleground.  To that end, I have been slapping glue, foamcore, and paint around the kitchen table for a while.

Just a sneak peek at my own personal wretched hive, the seedy galactic waystop for captains of dubious moral and legal fiber.  The Star Turtle represents the best of the worst - a Casablanca for the star drive set where all your quasi-legal dealings can be dealt...if the price is right.