Being the first human to step off the wrung of a ship's ladder and onto the living breathing soil of new planet spoils you for every other form of thrill or experience. I am not kidding. We have support groups in Galactic Scouting Guild, because those untouched garden goldilocks worlds are few and far between and once you land on one...well...there will always be a part of you standing in that airlock and sweating in your encounter suit right before the door rolls open.
-Phelan OverGao, Galactic Scout
A major military installation of the Lunar Free State
I have made various adepts at creating lists of space stations and habitats, and such lists prove vexing. So rather than an exhaustive list, a list of types might prove more fruitful
The War Academy is one of the Federation's ace programs.
Locked in a geosynchronous orbit over Gdansk, a major spaceport of the New Hanseatic League, Raketenhaus Ader-Wissenshaft is the League's premiere weapons research and test facility.
The Fleet tending bases of the Federation fleet
Dimensional Science has started to unlock the understanding of the fact that the universe is made of layers, and these layers while interacting with each other, are very distinct from each other.
Joint Operations Space Headquarters - Annex 1, also known as Joshua-1 station
The fortress stronghold of the Anunnaki
"I've been tethered to the side of a spaceship, nothing but a thin layer of carbon fabric between my nuts and the vacc, and I've looked up from the panel or whatever is broken and seen all those stars. It use to make me feel small, but not anymore. Cause after a few runs between those stars, it changes. It will change for you. You will realize that the closer you get to those stars the smaller everything gets. You know what I saying? Ain't that many goldilocks worlds, but there are tons of little rocks circling fainter stars. And almost every little rock has a little petty king scraping out a living and fighting with another little king."
- Buck Leftyork, FTO Mission Engineer
Interstellar warfare is logarithmic. The plan for the attack begins by considering questions of hundreds of billions of kilometers. How will we get people and equipment from all over the galaxy to orbit the star of the planet we intend to take? Those logistical threads can get tied into knots that are literally light years long. Then once we have our force in star system it becomes a question of millions of kilometers. How do we get to this planet safely and quietly? Then we have to make the landing, thousands of kilometers. Next there is a question of defending the LZ: hundred of kilometers. Once the air support is dealt with and the artillery is neutralized, we’ve got to reach the objective. Then finally there is the soldiers’ combat. That is when the scale collapses quickly. A fight we started light years away can end because we had to cross two meters of open field or because a piece of shrapnel was a millimeter too close.
-Awl-70000891, Captain, Dynastic Army
"I keep my sanity tied to my hip with very thin thread. Somedays when I am pushing through the throngs of people all staring at tiny screens in their heads or in their hands I start feel that thread slipping. On those days I know that my only salvation is docked at the spaceport. My savior is not some luxury liner or high speed transport filled with perfectly balanced environments and a history of 'punctuality'. This man's spaceport messiah is more often than not a century old craft whose airlock is caked with the mud of a hundred worlds, with a computer programed in a dead language and a captain that makes his living looking for the slimmest trade margins in the most distant stars. When I sign on to the crew of such a craft I feel my thread of sanity tighten. I know that when we break through that blue ceiling we will be passing the soul crushing civilized worlds and heading for the fainter stars."
-J. Mitchell Overnantuck, Unlicensed Jump Drive Navigator
Places to go in the Cosmic Era solar system
Designed in 1975, the Stanford Torus is a basic space station layout also known as a wagon wheel
Observation and scanning technologies for the Cosmic Era
The United States Space Ship Ticonderoga is the largest space vessel ever built. Constructed over 500 years ago, it now orbits earth, most systems shut down - It is a treasure ridden derelict juggernaught.
A leftover relic of the ancients.
Or so would seem.
A Federation black budget research and development center, and one of the most advanced shipwrights in the Solar System
At the height of the Imbrian Culture, they colonized almost the entire Solar System, and Lunaformed many of the planets.
An exhaustive list of the Realms, as well as a short description and how they fit in relation to each other.
Fundamentally connected to my primary submission, Primal Essence, Primals, and the Creation of the Realms as well as several others linked to from there. I'll provide a link at the top of this article, though I'd recommend at least reading the main one before this.
The octahedral space stations designed and built by the Atlantic Federation
The old hermit living outside the village is rumoured to have a small rusty tin spoon that seems disturbingly ordinary but in reality is a magic spoon. If someone puts the spoon in their mouth will taste food. It can be any type of food, grilled meats, cheese, strawberry, bread and so on. The real bonus is that the food is real and with enough tastings can fill a hungry belly.