Phelan's recourse

Station Type: Nomadic Swarm
Allegiance: Autonomist Alliance (Scum)
Primary Languages: English, Mandarin, Skandinavíska
Population: 250,000

Phelan’s eh? Well, sure, I live there, but I’m not sure you’d really call me part of the family, you know? The family—or Family, rather—are, depending on who you listen to, either a bunch of thieving bastards, a god-damned nuisance and blight on the entire solar system, the scourge of the Commonwealth, or the best damn party you’re likely to see this side of Carnivale. Of course, that’s all according to them, other opinions may vary. Getting the truth out of the scum that run— though infest is probably a better word—Phelan’s, is easy, just ask ‘em. Of course, the truth, to scum, is a very mutable thing, and no member of Phelan’s is under any obligation to respect the truth of any other members. If you listen to the Commonwealth—not that I would, were I you, but they do like a single solid narrative—the good folks of Phelan’s are a melting pot of Irish travelers, Scandinavian viking-anarchists, a former California poet-biker gang, and a bunch of drunken Catholic priests on the lam from the Jovians. Sure, I’ve met plenty of folks that could loosely be said to meet that description aboard Phelan’s. Of course I’ve met thousands of others too, people the Commonwealth leaves out, including more than a few of their own disaffected citizens who find all of their blather about citizenship and politics a waste of time and oxygen. As it stands, there’s over a quarter million egos spread out among 10,000 craft in this swarm, so our diversity program is doing quite well in these parts. One thing that often surprises visitors is how long Phelan’s is; the swarm stretches for over 1,000 klicks. All those craft take a long time to pass by, and we’re never in a hurry to go anywhere. After all, it’ll still be there next time if we miss it on this go-round. For me, Phelan’s is the best way to keep in touch with all sorts of people around Saturn, since it goes everywhere that’s worth going to. Most people, whether they admit to it or not, partake of some of the services offered by Phelan’s when the opportunity arises. For most, this is Phelan’s Ma, the best whiskey in the whole god-damned galaxy. I’d say solar system, but let’s face it, it’s highly unlikely the TITANs fuckedoff with a good whiskey recipe on their way out of the system, and I’m pretty sure if you poured Phelan’s Ma on a Factor it’d kill the poor bastard. Even if that Factor were still alive, it’d be dead for sure if you hit it with Phelan’s Da. Same goes for a lot of transhumans I know too. If the whiskey is divine, and it is, then Phelan’s Da is a beer brewed from cat piss in the devil’s asshole and left to ferment in a cesspit. I use it, after putting on a good vacsuit, to soften up some of the fugitives I bring in if I need some useful intel off of them. I know others that have found it to be a passable drain cleaner and a substan-dard engine parts degreaser, but I would never, under any circumstances, recommend drinking it. Of course, paying a visit to Ma and Da Phelan are hardly the only reasons to visit the Recourse. Drugs, weapons, petals, body parts, schematics, anything you could want is here for the trading. Keep in mind though, for the most part your money is no good here. We operate more along a quid-pro-quo system where information in particular is a hot commodity. As the largest entity that makes regular stops at all the big habitats, Phelan’s is a good place to get an overall read of what’s going down on all of Saturn’s moons and habs. It’s also one of the few places where you can make contact with nearly every major criminal cartel in the system, as well as quite a few bit players. There’s no law on Phelan’s, only your reputation protects you, and if no one owes you, and no one is willing to vouch for you, I’d strongly advise being well armed. Phelan’s is a literal floating border town on the orbiting, raucous edge of civilized space. Once you get beyond Saturn, there’s very little in the way of what someone from the inner system would call civilization, just anarchists, ultimates, exhumans, and worse. I’ve seen a lot of people that were heading out into the black, but weren’t riding a beam of data, stop over here to grab one last drink before they go off over that edge.

Phelan's recourse

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