Enterprise Cargo Bay

A cavernous, industrial hold repurposed into a ramshackle refuge: bulkhead panels glint under utility lights, stacked crates form impromptu bunks, and the humid air smells of recycled metal, cooking steam, and fermenting mash. People crowd narrow aisles doing domestic tasks, children cluster near a humming food-dispenser wall unit, and a hidden corner hosts a crude poteen still whose heat warps the nearby air. Authority and improvisation collide here—comic diversions, sharp confrontations, and social bargaining play out against the bay’s echoing clang and constant motion, making it a staging ground for both crisis and uneasy community.