The Forge.
A galaxy among the cosmos of innumerable others. It was chosen by humans as a place of Exodus to save themselves from their dying world. From what, exactly, is lost to memories of the ancestors of hundreds of generations ago.
The Forge has seen much in the thousands of years since the arrival of man. First contact. Neo feudalism. The forming of UNITY and its' endless wars of attrition. Xeno genocide. The rise of The All Father and His sycophants and zealots. The Void Dragons.
Though much has been found and colonies have formed, there is still a place for exploration and discovery. The people, almost uniformally trained by endless wars, are better equipped mentally and materially to handle what the universe throws at them.
That said...
The SS Freak is home to a few select void dwellers. Each of the crew are not specially selected for any task in particular. In fact, the most common theme among them was that they were fugitives.
First there is The Freak. A ship that had, at one time, been condemned to be crushed and smelted for her baseline scrap value. She wasn't the fastest. Her abilities as a starship were unexceptionable and outdated. But at certain times while sailing the void, a gruff whisper will start to play over the comms giving coordinates to a location that once existed or never had.
The bridge, where more advanced navigational decisions are made as well as defensive capabilities, one would be expected to meet Lucas "Ratboi" Winter. A thrill seeker extrodinare, his clothes compose of leather from various creature species from among his home system, a normal cloth banana he uses to keep his unkempt hair out of his view, and his most prized possession being his Æsir goggles that highlight potential risks and hazards. Though a remarkable pilot, the Æsir goggles strapped onto his face give him an edge in most flight situations.
From the bridge down the mythrilyte clad hallway would come the mess and eight dormatory quarters studding the port and starboard sides. This is a gathering area for all but one who mans this station more than others, Sheamus. Sheamus was once a man that flung insults quicker than he could sling pancakes. He is now an uploaded intelligence inside of a short statured android. He stands at 99 centimeters tall with sleek features with a head resembling an egg shape. By most accounts he should probably not be standing on top of the stove where he's supposed to cook.
From the mess you would see a downward stairway to the engine room at the back. This room uses a singular fuel cell, though it could hold fifteen, much like a child's toy could hold as many AAA batteries but the empty slots are padded with tinfoil to save on money. Here you will find a woman of many hats, Doctor Astrid Lebanon. She wears a lab coat and an apron, all grease stained, and is usually smoking a Bac-E cigarette. Only the cheapest for the brokest. Astrid is a certified doctor and out of necessity has learned to be an engineer. To her, the two professions are one in the same.
The captain's quarters are within the lower deck as well. It is decorated as lavish and aristocratic as the captain herself, Blythe Starr. Curtains adorning the corners of the room of nano fiber material that shines and shimmers like nighttime stars from planetside viewing. A large bed to sink into with soft white sheets and 20 pillows complete with stuffed animals from ancient times from far away earth. A vanity mirror with dresser drawers gilded with rare materials sits to the port side of the room while communication systems on the starboard side for quick decision making orders. Blythe herself dresses plainly with a blue scarf and green sweater. Her long pants are dark in color and well fitting. Her boots seem more for show than for industrial labor, but they are the sturdy and well worn.
Last and down one last flight of stairs deep within the bowels of the Freak, is the septic tanks. This may not have been what you were expecting to hear of initially, but the disposal system has been modified to eject the unutilized waste with aid from the freezing temperatures of the void and pressurization. This is used as the Freak's way to be self sufficient in releasing waste into a star or asteroid, or in a pinch it becomes the only true defense against piracy and persecution.
These four souls, bound together by necessity sail among the stars. They have but one mission. Survival by any means.