‘Outpost’ was perhaps a bit of a stretch for this particular station-- maybe it had once belonged to the Empire, but it was long abandoned. Now, it was a hub for morally dubious businesses and illicit dealings. 

No one was looking to get caught, so all of the businesses were run out of ships docked alongside the main station. This way, at the first hint of trouble the place could be empty within a few minutes. It also allowed them to have an easy rotation of businesses. A space belonging to an organ dealer one day might belong to a well-known bounty hunter or a smuggler the next. 

None of those were why Cipher Four had visited the station, though. No, she was chasing one particular rumor. 

“Hello,” She called out, knocking at the entrance of one particular shop. She’d heard he wasn’t around often, liked to travel around to different stations and worlds, so she was lucky to catch him when she did (that’s a lie, she had very detailed info and it had nothing to do with luck).