Trump MEGA Stations

Trump MEGA Stations — vault, resort, and market under one seal.

Every inhabited system in the Orion Corridor has a MEGA Station. Spacers say it the way they say Concord cred: singular when they mean the place they are walking into ("hit MEGA Station and drop this in the box"), plural when they mean the chain that never misses a charter world.

It is a human-run institution — vault wardens, concierges, and security officers answering to a Sol-side board. Each station carries a MEGA Bank branch in its Vault zone. That bank handles long-term and generational custody: trusts, inheritances, private boxes, durable escrow, and wealth intended to outlive whoever first signed for it. Private boxes are only the small end. The Vault zone also has sealed cargo chambers and berth-vaults built to hold complete ships under preservation for years or generations. Everyday wages and tabs belong at IH-7. Family money — or a family vessel — that needs to survive three bad heirs and a civil filing belongs here.

The other two zones are less patient. The Resort sells suites, spas, and dining that taste like Sol money pretending the Corridor is civilized. The Market sells almost everything a crew could need — if the crew can afford the markup and the biometric scan at the door. Banking transfers carry no interbank transfer fee in v1; the room, the berth, the dinner, and the ridiculous little bottle of imported water certainly cost money.

They welcome all. They house only those who can pay. A MEGA Stations membership buys one free arrival night at its level, member rates afterward, and a held room even when the board says full. Solaris Federation Military get a standing discount the ads never shut up about. Neither benefit turns the station itself into a cheap place. That would be off-brand.