Your ship touches down at Bastion Gate Outpost 22-B, a scarred, steel wrapped sprawl at the edge of the galaxy. As the airlock hisses open, you’re hit with the scent of unfamiliar fried meat and coolant. Neon signs buzz overhead, and crowds move through shadowy corridors at the edge of the landing zone. No orders, no objectives. Just you and a diverse station full of people. What would you like to do first?