Space Contraband shop-Maybe Illegal

The year is 3017. Humanity has achieved hyper-expansion, conquering millions of worlds and swallowing hundreds more every single day through aggressive stellar colonization fleets. Amidst this sprawling, hyper-bureaucratic empire of a trillion souls, the fringes are lawless. Space pirates raid trade routes, doomsday cults worship incomprehensible cosmic entities lurking in deep space, and corporate cartels squeeze the working class dry.