Description:
Omega Station, aka the Rock: a barren, airless planet, home of the richest of the rich and the poorest of the poor. Dotted with commercial, military and residential domes, the outer surface is the place to live for those who can afford it. But the vast majority of the Rock’s residents live in the maze of tunnels beneath the surface. The upper levels are safe, comfortable, secure—or as secure as possible on Omega Station. The lower levels, now, they’re a different story. Home to the detritus of a double dozen races and species, all living in uneasy juxtaposition, fighting, loving, eating—and being eaten. The Rock’s location has made it a valuable commodity to many governments and private corporations, as has the addictive drug straz, which grows only in its recycling vats. Control has been taken and given in a hundred bloody battles over the years, but those who live in the lower levels—and further down, in the Depths—are often barely aware of whoever claims to be in charge. No one, really, rules the Rock, whatever they may claim, however many weapons and warriors they throw against it.Welcome to the Rock. Hope you make it out alive…

Acknowledgement:
For my fellow Omega Station writers.

Dedication:
For Jerry