Rooms
Where stories unfold
The Bridge
The command deck of the station, ringed by viewscreens onto the dark.
Hangar Bay
Scarred deck plates, fuel stink and a dozen ships that shouldn't still fly.
Med-Bay
Sterile light, nanite vats and a triage queue that never quite empties.
The Cantina
Every species, every grudge, watered drinks and deals struck in the corners.
Engineering
The reactor's heartbeat, coolant fog and warnings nobody reads anymore.
Cargo Hold
Stacked containers, half of them undeclared, all of them someone's leverage.
The Black Market
A back-deck bazaar the Federation pretends not to know about.