**First Appearance:** #book9 A station that originated as a type of mining operation around a Jupiter-like gas giant. Instead of skimming the upper atmo this was designed to take advantage of plumes of material ejected from the gas giant and channeled by it’s magnetic field into a torus of vapor surrounding the planet. The idea was that the station would orbit right in the middle of the torus of ejected material, scooping up the material as it went. Unfortunately, it couldn’t collect enough material fast enough to pay for itself. The company went under 30 years ago, leaving the ownership of the place in limbo. Nobody wanted it so it kind of just came into the possession of the people living there. Said people were abandoned aboard this defunct project. There's sporadic criminal activity, but mostly just folks trying to hold on. A desperate place. It had once been a spherical station about a klick in diameter, sprouting towering gantry-like structures from its opposite poles. These are emitters for the magnetic scoops that had been intended to slurp up the gaseous effluent from the gas giant looming nearby. They’d long since been built up with a mismatched collection of cargo pods, disused spaceship hulls, old fuel tanks, girders, cables, and all manner of sundry bits and pieces. The smooth curves of the spherical hull were likewise covered with a bolted-on sprawl of even less reputable flotsam, making the whole thing look like a jumble of scrap that has slowly accreted into a single, massive agglomeration of junk. A disaster waiting to happen. #### The Toolshed The shittiest bar in Hold On, owned by Garen.