Space Station 69

Space: the final frontier. An empty void filled with nothing, save starlight and free hydrogen, but also the occasional planet capable of supporting life. On these worlds procreation is a must which by and by leads to sapient beings, then advancements in both technology & culture.

For most races reaching the stars is one of the most important breakthroughs of all time, infinite resources and living space appear to be within their grasp for the first time: and end to the finite nature of their planet bound existences. The Humans of the planet Earth were no exception, and in a way it was true, these days most of Humanity live in space stations & colonies far away from their home-world.

However not all was as it seemed, long ago, a now vanished race of aliens erected an interstellar, in fact intergalactic, network of portals in order to get from place to place. These beings, known variously as the 'Forerunners', 'Progenitors', 'Precursors', but most commonly simply as 'The Elder Race' left relics other than the portals across all of the galaxies in the 'near group', mostly on planets but some floating serenely through the void and some performing strange tasks in asteroid belts or ort clouds across known space. Studying these relics is the main way that intergalactic civilization has advanced technologically for the past 40,000 Terran years and more, we poor successor species aping the achievements of our betters, though there are a few advancements, such as the Br'x'z-Khazi star drive, which seem to be genuinely NEW.

The most important relics however are the Jump Gates. All races utilize this ancient network to travel between star-systems and to damage a gate is something no sane person would do for the majority of the races in known space consider such an act blasphemy of the first order and would exterminate not only the offending individual but everyone involved in the event in any way and all of his blood relatives, just to make sure that everyone who might have had a hand in it was dead and also "Por-descoragor-des-outres!" to use the French.

Most races live in peace with one another, ruled over by the ancient and stately 'Union of Sapient Beings', aside from the occasional aggressive and warlike people who are generally either: A; persuaded to renounce their warlike culture upon first contact, B; recruited into the USB's naval and ground forces, C; pounded into the ground like a tent peg when they attack the USB and **** to pay reparations in the form of indentured servitude while their youths are re-educated, or D; placed in isolation inside their native star systems until they decide to do one of the other three and avoided by most everyone. Other than these few outsiders, which for a while included humanity, most races get along in more ways then one. It would seem that nearly all of the sapient universe has a sex drive, and a good 1/4 of the known species reproduce in the same manner as humans: insert tab A into slot B as it were. Humans are one of the more skilled people in known space in terms of aptitude for a diverse range of sexual positions and creative applications of our bodies to satisfying our partners and our skills are in high demand. Some of the other races pay top dollar to spend a few hours with a human male or female depending on preference, and many humans in distant parts of the USB came there not as explorers or colonists but as sex workers: which thanks to the USB's longstanding and rigorously enforced anti-sapient-trafficking laws have less in common with common prostitutes and more with the 'Temple Whores' of Babylon or the 'Companions' of Joss Whedon's FIREFLY.

This brings us to the eponymous location of the story: Space Station 69.

Situated in orbit around Haumea, a dwarf planet at the edge of the Sol system, this station is on of the stepping off points for the Jump Gates scattered among the Kupiter Belt, home to about 500,000 souls of many races and with consulates for the most signifigant races of the USB. Here Thuximan Painters rub elbows with Bulrathi mercenaries, human pilots try to hire out their ships to Arcain merchants, and diplomats and spies of every description jockey for position and prestige with the Trans-Solar Human Comonwealth.

You are one of the residents or visitors to this station, and it is here your adventure begins, and, as likely as not, will also take place.

"So what am I?" You ask?

That's up to you: Straight/Gay/Bi/Other, Human/Alien, Male/Female - it's all up to you.