**First Appearance:** #book8 An orbital platform in a distant system said to have housed a race that’s a remnant of [[the Downward Spiral]] races. A violent, lawless place. No one has jurisdiction here, and it makes [[Dregs]] and [[Spindrift]] look safe. The only law there is Might makes Right. Its nearly 5km across, with three rings stacked atop one another. Spoke-like constructs extended from the inner side of the rings to a cylindrical hub that had to be at least a klick across all by itself. This probably has more internal space than [[Crossroads]], [[Spindrift]] and [[Anvil Dark]] combined. Almost complete lack of any decent traffic control, until ships are within one hundred klicks of the station. Control consists of suggesting a berthing spot, which you could bid higher for, and attempt to outbid anyone else who also wanted that spot. The Torus is nearly 60 light years from the nearest system recognized as part of known space. #### The One-Eyed Yak A bar on the Torus. Reminiscent of every fantasy tavern, right down to rough wooden tables, brimming mugs of something foamy slopping around, and all the patrons trying their best to keep their backs toward a wall. Staffed by a hulking figure behind the bar who does indeed resemble a Yak, and has only one eye. #### Pulsar A recommended (by the synth) place to procure foodstuffs of reasonable quality. Located in level two ring section five. #### The Comet's Flare A similar place for procuring foodstuffs, absolutely not recommended. #### The Feelgood Three A three-level spa run by triplets.