Byzantium

Every species has its own name -- or sometimes several -- for the place that humans know as Byzantium. Named after an ancient human city, its name was more in reference to the adjective Byzantine, meaning excessively complicated, especially relating to administrative detail, a reference to the legendary Byzantine bureaucracy.

In fact, Byzantium is not a city, least of all one of humans. It is, in fact, a truly massive space station, of a scale never seen by humans. It is the seat of galactic government, a neutral area where the Elder Races meet in peace to discuss matters of galactic importance. Younger Races find their way there too, and it has become a -- literally -- cosmopolitan brew of all kinds of species and folk. There is little that exists in the known galaxy that cannot be found in fabled Byzantium.

Elder Council

The primary 'claim to fame' of Byzantium, the space station hosts the meeting place of the ambassadors of the five known Elder Races. Naturally, this means that tremendous delegations accompany them, and service industries have sprung up to service those delegations, and so forth and so on. The relative wealth of a person can be generally calculated by simply knowing the distance of their dwelling from where the Elder Council meets, at the centre of the installation.

Byzantine Home Fleet

A starfleet of ships from the combined Elder Races remains in constant patrol around Byzantium, ever-alert for any who would attack the seat of government, or try to loot the station of the incalculable wealth that resides there. Given the advanced capabilities of Elder starships, it is likely the most powerful fleet in the galaxy.

Lesser Locales

There are many places in Byzantium that are of interest, including many that the highbrow would scoff at, or simply overlook, as they move rapidly towards the centre of the station.

Kilo

There's more than a few bars to be found in Byzantium, but Kilo has both the best and worst reputation. It welcomes all species, unlike many others, who often cater strictly to the palate of a single species -- not unusual, especially in the cases where the intoxicants a certain species prefers may kill another. Kilo is renowned for having an amazingly broad selection, and proudly brags that no sentient has ever darkened its door without finding something to imbibe, inhale, or otherwise alter its mental capacities with.

On the other hand, the presence of so many species, in all kinds of altered mental states, also makes a certain degree of rough-housing inevitable, and Kilo is often renovating and remodelling to deal with the fallout of those events. The regulars are accustomed to the clatter of construction tools on a weekly basis, although they did complain somewhat more vocally when the dive bar had to relocate several hundred meters spinward due to one particularly bad occasion, of which they have all agreed to never mention again -- so naturally, it comes up on a regular basis.