Map! - Spinward Marches 'Trane'

Trane, as a colony, started simple enough. It was the calmest, albeit radioactive, place to setup a fuel refinery. The vast ice reserves below the surface proved easy to access and refine. Primitive native life even eeks out a living deep below Trane's icy crust that attracts the occassional tourist. And while it continues to be a robust refinery, Trane has grown considerably since then. Since its founding it has sprawled out uncontrollably to what it is today- a sort of perpetual keg party gone horribly wrong for the ships and their crew capable of navigating to the planet. Of which, used to be a somewhat significant feat of piloting made moot by automated landing beacons and other advances of space faring technology.
Trane exists on a perpetual cusp of chaos with its people either inebriated or ambivilant. It's government outside the refinery consists of whomever looks the most responsible and changes daily.

Though the TAS has not formally declared Trane to be amber, it is advised that all passing travellers be aware of changing political situations and to keep visits short. Popular rumor has it that the TAS has not issued an amber warning because it would devestate the local economy, though this is completely unsubstantiated.