On the extremity of civilized space,
hanging on the ragged edge of unlawfulness, drifts what many call
“The Old Lady”,
The mother of all multi-dimensional ports in the galaxy.
Nestled in the depths of the ever-growing goliath,
its neutrality makes it a sanctuary for the hunted; asylum for those fleeing conflict, anchorage for merchants, and a marketplace for all.
A melting pot of the innocent, scoundrels and depravity; a place everyone is welcome…
if they can pay.
The bar to end all bars …..