Where the galaxy’s great shipwrights turn out pristine vessels from spotless foundries, the Salvage-class Corvette is something else entirely. No two are the same. Whether pieced together in forgotten shipyards or patched up in pirate drydocks, this “Ugly”-type craft is the halfway child between the barely legal freighters of the Outer Rim and the real monsters cobbled together by deep-space scavengers. Most start life as the stripped-down hull of a retired customs corvette or a gutted freighter that someone just couldn’t let die. What follows is equal parts desperation and ingenuity: a frame reforged by whatever hands and tools happen to be nearby.

Each Salvage-class Corvette wears its history on its skin. Mismatched plating, half-faded markings, and a dozen hull tones tell the story better than any registry record. One might carry the spine of a transport welded to a freighter’s cargo bays, capped with a bridge meant for a completely different ship. Inside, conduits snake along bulkheads in open air, humming faintly or sparking when the generator’s had a bad day. A good mechanic can keep one running for years. A bad one will find out the hard way how quickly a ship can shake itself apart in hyperspace.

Power distribution is usually a gamble. Shield emitters flicker, guns draw more power than they should, and the environmental systems tend to have moods of their own. Some are cold as a freezer; others smell like burnt insulation and recycled sweat. Yet these corvettes still punch above their weight. As such, many small-time raiders and independent haulers alike use them as convoy escorts and mobile bases when better options are out of reach.

For all their faults, the Salvage-class Corvette embodies a kind of stubborn pride. It may appear to be holding on for dear life, but it gets the job done. In a galaxy ruled by credits and shipyards, it reminds everyone that sheer willpower can still hold its own against polished engineering... provided the bolts hold through hyperspace.