Dullahan Station

Uwan, the star of the system 523 is dying. Decaying for hundreds of years, is becoming unpredictable, emitting heat and radiation blasts on regular basis. Dead planets orbiting a dying star, a place everyone in the vicinity knows to avoid. Only ships with heavy coating can even dare to tread there and only if there is no other option.

Such a lack of options was what Commander Arbolt of the N.S.S. Oedipus faced. Hunted by pirates on a neighboring system, with a cargo too valuable to give up and a ship too bulky to outmaneuver them, he set course for system 523. His only mistake. His last one. Oedipus was a valiant ship but not heat coated. Caught in an enormous blast from Uwan the hundreds of souls of the hulking ship perished in an instant.

The drifting hulk was a visage that came right out of a nightmare when it was first found. Derelict, unused, empty and groaning in silence as it orbited the charred surface of a dead planet. The head of humanity that had once controlled it perished long since, titanic blasts of heat roiling through the insides of the ship, burning all organic life to cinders and purging any traces of what was once held within. As it cooled, flowing metal catalyzed and changed, leaving the structure of the station a pure ghostly white. It was the kind of place that would send chills down the backs of organics and make them wary of approaching.

Scavengers that dared to venture near claimed it, repurposed it, reformed it, turned it into a station to be used as haven for all those brave or desperate enough to happen near. A place beyond law, beyond the reach of the "civilized" world, it soon flourished. Outlaws and hunted, exiled and fugitives, or simply daring enough smugglers and every kind of shady individual soon started calling it home. Its new name, Dullahan, the ghost station.

It was here where fate brought Etoiles Mortant. The Broker was their last chance of following the trail to their target. And the Broker never left Dullahan. It was to be an easy mission, but Uwan had other plans. A sudden blast from it disabled their ship before they had docked and it was only by pure skill and luck they managed to survive. And so Dullahan became a temporary home for them. Soon they realized that fate might have brought them there for a reason. What if all those lost individuals and all their vast connections could be recruited to their cause?

Struggle after struggle they managed to establish themselves on the station, claiming parts of it as theirs. Months after their arrival a stale mate has occurred now. Resistance against them becoming more organized with time, they cannot expand at the same pace anymore. A strange symbiotic model forms, Etoiles trying to bring order in the otherwise chaotic Dullahan, but becoming part of it themselves too.