Outfitted with a chef-quality galley/kitchen. Your crew always eats well.

Random and unsolvable hull tremors.

Outside bow/front is decorated with a gratuitous, anachronistic ship's figurehead.

Tiny void rift drifting at eye-level in the head. Relieve yourself and stare into the infinite abyss.

Pre-installed animatronic mariachi band. Makes every journey festive.

Flooring illuminated by pulsing rainbow strip lighting.

Ship is home to a multitude of tiny, metal-chewing beetles.

Spacetime glitch. Every so often the hub moves forward or back a small increment in place or time.

Lighted disco ball in the command bridge.

Walls ooze an organic, sweat-like substance.

Entire interior is painted black.

Sentient whispers: sometimes the ship speaks to you. Or at least you think it does.

High-speed let down: 1 in 6 chance that attempts to rapidly accelerate will instead cause the hub to temporarily stop working. Awkward!

Fumes: low levels of mood-altering gases. Crew tends to be very 1d6: 1-2 calm, 3-4 jittery, 5-6 sleepy.

Nexus for bad dreams. Anyone sleeping aboard the vessel is haunted by disturbing night visions.

Leaky air locks. Need attention at every stop.

Fire suppression systems trigger at inconvenient times.

Power system runs hot, making the inside of the hub like a hot sauna. Hydration and abbreviated clothing recommended.

Weak life support system. Bundle up and don't breathe too much.

Intercom randomly plays an unknown subspace radio station. Reggae?