OFC LORE:
The old farts is essentially an interstellar
retirement home for crusty, geriatric spacefarers. This is the
perfect place to hang up your warp drives and complain about
the youth of today whilst enveloping yourselves in a self
satisfied and slightly patronising air of nostalgic rhetoric. Our
fleet is predominately steam powered and our cargo holds are
filled with pipes, tobacco, slippers and hemorrhoid cream.

If you wish to join us, our only requirement is the uniform -
Navy issue rubber underwear!

If you smell of lavender , if you remember the good old days
when you had to manually dock, taking days if not weeks to
align your craft with the centrifugal dodgings of tech 0.2
space stations, if the Secure Commerce Commission refuse to
insure you because of eyesight or senility issues then this is
the place for you!

24 hour nursing available and yes, we still use chamber pots!