Cetra 9
Imagine a flying saucer so massive it dwarfs stars…
That's Cetra 9. Dark ash and silver hull glinting like a cosmic blade in the void. This isn't just a station—it's the beating heart of galactic law, the Intergalactic Committee's HQ, with the sharpest minds from every allied galaxy and planets.
Cetra 9 started as Atrix Nexus—an experimental orbital space station just two kilometers long, fueled by enthusiast scientists and billionaires, a scrappy ring of habitats cobbled together by rogue engineers and dreamers in 2199 hovering above Jupiter. That was before the human race came in contact with intelligent human life.
Before Synthia's upheaval.
Luckily, fist of the aliens were friendlies. Atrix Nexus became the perfect space for additional alien modules and habitats. Humans came in contact with more alien species, modules just kept adding, it kept getting bigger.
Over decades, it advanced, integrated fusion cores for energy, plantation for food, and loads of storage and colonial spaces. So it didn't need the sun anymore and was pushed wandering outside the solar system.
Eventually alien and human government union learned its value and from semi-government it became completely union funded.
Cetra 9 left milky way. Over centuries, it grew like a galactic obsession, modules stacking, curving, and fusing until it became a dish-shaped behemoth, larger than any star. Its surface, a sleek blend of dark ash and molten silver. Inside its kilometers thick solid walls, a beautiful world spacious enough to fit hundreds of Saiyara sized planets.
The cityscapes of floating tiers, avenues lit by intricate vines, and oceans that shimmer with wave-skin tech, adapting to any species' biology. The ocean water lined both upper and lower parts and gravity kept oceans clasped to the opposite sides. So it was an upside down world. When you looked up to the sky, you could see oceans through the clouds. It was a marvel of aesthetic engineering. Even day night cycle, whether patterns, rain, wind, everything was simulated and looked natural. Days were awesome, nights… Imagine galaxies, multiple moons, throwing light on landscapes where you would expect ozone. All controlled by a centralized Cetra 9 artificial intelligence they called mother Cetra… or just mother.
The best part about the commute here… The three Stellar Districts.
In Stellar districts, gravity bends to your whim—high-tech doesn't even begin to cover it. You didn't need a spacesuit or thrusters to fly here, just will, and the mother Cetra's artificial gravity would do its magic, reading your mind, take you to any place you want. Of course, the free flight worked in select districts and took a little getting used to. You just loved the variety of species flying here and there.
Three sun-sized stars, each locked in a Dyson sphere like caged gods, orbited Cetra 9, pumping infinite energy to fuel its climate, shields, and swagger. These weren't just power sources—they were the Cetra's backup generators, ensuring every inch of this saucer hums with perfection.
The Upper Ring is home to the Prodigals, the elite of the elite—scientists, peacekeepers, and visionaries who've earned their floating mansions through sheer brilliance. No trust-fund babies here; you grind or you're gone. And when Eve, the goddess of curves and courage, visits… no, she was not high deity or Queen here, but a well respected woman, a prodigy, a gem produced by marriage of nature and science.
Cetra 9 stands as the pinnacle of civilization. Its halls echo with the footsteps of a thousand species, all united under laws forged by consensus, not force. In short, Cetra 9 was the lawful residential sanctuary where order didn't break. If The Dark Galaxy was the most villainous multi-species hive of the universe, Cetra 9 was the brightest light.