No one really remembers who built The Underbelly, and anyone who claims to is probably lying-or drunk. Originally a refueling depot stitched together from salvaged cargo modules and an unofficial bird-watching satellite (don't ask), it now orbits Earth with all the grace of a duct-taped trash can. And yet somehow, its become the most infamous dive bar in low orbit.

Its run by its namesake barkeep-a former enforcer who traded a badge for a bottle and hasn't looked back since. The place is part saloon, part sanctuary, and part health hazard. The booths are sticky, the burgers are suspect, and its staffed by sexy robots who may or may not pass basic stability tests. Its powered by a gravity rig that mostly works and frequented by the kind of guests who like their drinks strong and their conversations strictly off the record.

Its where traders whisper deals, dead-eyed pirates pay in scrap, and lonely astronauts glare at Earth like it owes them money. Its not safe. Its not clean. But if you need a drink and a place to disappear, its always open-assuming the gravity holds.

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