Leviathan's Rest

Leviathan’s Rest is a space station constructed within the remains of an ancient leviathan, a massive creature that once traversed the cosmic voids. Positioned in a remote sector, it serves as a haven for outlaws, smugglers, and those operating beyond Imperial law. The station’s structure, formed from the leviathan’s bones and tissues, houses a population of diverse and often desperate inhabitants. It functions as both a trade hub and a refuge, where illicit dealings thrive amidst the organic remnants of its host.

Demographics

The population of Leviathan’s Rest comprises a varied mix of species and backgrounds. Humans, genetically altered humans, and numerous alien races coexist, drawn by opportunity or necessity—many are fugitives or fortune-seekers from across the galaxy. Cultural diversity shapes the station, with each group contributing distinct traditions, languages, and practices to the chaotic whole. Wealth divides the residents sharply: a small cadre of affluent traders and faction leaders controls resources, while the majority subsist in poverty, scavenging or bartering for survival. Professions reflect the station’s lawless nature—smugglers, bounty hunters, pirates, mercenaries, cultists, and black-market dealers dominate, their trades openly practiced and often celebrated as marks of status.

Government

Leviathan’s Rest is governed by the Pirate Council, a body composed of the station’s most influential captains and faction heads. This council operates through a system blending democratic votes with displays of power—debates are rare, decisions typically resolved by wealth, intimidation, or outright violence. Each member commands loyalty from their followers, ensuring a fragile balance of authority. The council maintains no formal ties to the Acaronian Empire, preserving the station’s independence as a neutral ground beyond Imperial reach, though its existence is tolerated for the illicit services it provides.

Defences

The station’s defenses are robust and multifaceted, designed to protect its autonomy. Automated turrets, affixed to the leviathan’s outer hull, scan and target unauthorized vessels lacking clearance codes—powered by bio-organic reactors, they remain operational despite their age. Mercenary fleets, maintained by various factions, patrol the surrounding space—available for hire, these armadas serve both defense and aggression, their allegiance shifting with the highest bidder. The Blackshield Network, a cadre of cyber-warfare experts, safeguards the station’s systems—repelling digital incursions with encrypted barriers and retaliatory strikes, their presence a silent but critical shield against external threats.

Industry & Trade

Leviathan’s Rest sustains itself through specialized industries rooted in its unique construction. Organic refinement forms the backbone—processing the leviathan’s remains into commodities: bones are carved into tools, fluids distilled into fuel, sinew woven into fabrics. Black-market trade drives the economy—stolen data, experimental technology, banned arcane artifacts, and contraband weapons flow freely, drawing traders from across the galaxy. Salvage operations extend the station’s reach—crews launch from its docks to plunder nearby debris fields and derelict ships, feeding raw materials into the market. These industries thrive unregulated, cementing the Rest’s reputation as a nexus of illicit commerce.

Guilds and Factions

Several groups wield influence within Leviathan’s Rest, shaping its power structure. The Scavenger Guild controls salvage inflows—experts in reclamation, they dictate resource availability, their grip tight on the station’s supply lines. The Voidwalkers, a cult venerating the leviathan, pursue its supposed spectral energies through rituals—claiming visions from its lingering essence, they hold sway over the superstitious. The Iron Tallymen manage finances—ruthless accountants backed by enforcers, they track debts and extract payment with brutal efficiency, their ledgers a quiet force behind the chaos. These factions vie for dominance, their alliances and rivalries a constant undercurrent.

History

Leviathan’s Rest originated when a coalition of pirates and renegade scientists discovered the leviathan’s drifting carcass—an opportunity seized amidst the galaxy’s lawless fringes. They hollowed its frame, establishing a base that grew into a sprawling outpost. Over time, it became a notorious sanctuary—pirate fleets docked, traders bartered, and outcasts settled—its halls marked by cycles of betrayal and spectral rumors. The station evolved into a hub of profit and survival, its history shaped by those who carved their names into its bones, defying the galaxy’s order while evading Imperial conquest. It persists as a shadow refuge, its past a patchwork of greed and resilience.

Points of interest

Leviathan’s Rest features several notable locations within its organic sprawl. The Bone Market occupies a central cavern—vendors hawk goods crafted from the leviathan: bone weapons, sinew armor, fluid vials—secrets and information trade as readily as wares, no deal too taboo. The Echo Chamber, a hollowed chamber near the Heart, amplifies sound unnaturally—used for covert meetings and Voidwalker sermons, its acoustics fuel tales of the leviathan’s spirit. The Arena, a pit carved into the lower decks, hosts brutal combat—disputes settle here, victors gain fleeting fame, and bets shift fortunes amid blood-soaked cheers. These sites define the station’s character, hubs of its dark vitality.

Tourism

Leviathan’s Rest attracts a niche clientele—thrill-seekers, treasure hunters, and those hiring or seeking illicit work. The Bone Market offers rare goods and whispered deals, the Echo Chamber draws the curious with its eerie resonance, and the Arena lures spectators and fighters chasing glory. Visitors navigate its dangers—gangs, scams, and the station’s oppressive air—leaving with tales of survival or not at all. Tourism fuels the economy, but the Rest caters to the bold, not the timid, its appeal rooted in risk and shadow.

Geography

Leviathan’s Rest occupies the leviathan’s skeletal frame—a labyrinth of organic corridors, chambers, and cavities. The leviathan’s ribs curve overhead, forming vaulted ceilings—its spine runs the station’s length, a central axis for navigation. The Heart, a pulsing core near the midpoint, retains slick, bio-organic walls—repurposed as a power source, its fluids sustain the station’s systems. Caverns branch outward—some vast and market-filled, others narrow and gang-held—while reinforced bone supports artificial docks and hangars. The interior mimics a living organism, its layout chaotic yet functional, shaped by both nature and necessity.

Climate

Leviathan’s Rest lacks a natural climate, its environment artificially regulated within the leviathan’s husk. Temperature and humidity are maintained at a constant—18-22°C, damp and heavy—mimicking an endless night, controlled by bio-reactors cycling air and heat. The atmosphere feels oppressive—moisture clings to bone walls, a faint organic musk pervades—reflecting the station’s origins. Vents and filters, cobbled from salvaged tech, keep it livable, though breakdowns bring stifling heat or chilling drafts, a reminder of the leviathan’s decay.

Natural Resources

The leviathan’s remains constitute the station’s primary resources. Its bones—dense and durable—are carved into tools, weapons, and structural supports, widely traded for their strength. Fluids, extracted from preserved tissues, are refined into fuel and lubricants—potent and rare, they power ships and reactors. Sinew, tough and flexible, is processed into armor, ropes, and fabrics—coveted in black markets for its resilience. These organic materials, unique to the leviathan, sustain the station’s industries—harvested continuously, their supply finite but vast, fueling Leviathan’s Rest as a shadow economy’s cornerstone.

Founding Date

Unknown

Alternative Name(s)

Freeport

Type

Orbital, Station

Population

Around 50.000