On Nancora, the twin cities of Faron and Axio are connected via a single rail system. This direct line between them consists of staggered transit stations that provide a means of access to the badlands and the resources buried within them. Axio Transit Station Cresh is one such stop for the trams. Named as such due to its closer proximity to Axio than Faron, Station Cresh maintains the same design as all the other stations along the route.

The rail system itself spans four lines wide, double stacked to allow for maximum flow of transit. This results in eight active trams at any one time. Each side moves in the opposite direction of the other, meaning the fast moving trams could come rushing through at any time from either Faron, Axio, or both. The station itself consists of lifts and walkways leading to the surface far beneath the platform. The main buildings present offer up supply stalls serving food, beverages, and equipment, sold at a premium to account for their necessity in the Badlands. What remains is a small security presence as the Technocratic Guild has an armed garrison at each of their stations.

As a major supply route between the cities, the transit stations see a lot of traffic no matter the time. Station Cresh is one of the busiest, often seeing materials arriving from the lifts and being loaded onto the trams. The seeming small scale of the station can lend one to underestimating it, but its importance means any disruption will be dealt with swiftly.

The transit station was filled with noise. An unbearable racket, Zumun Tuzul, spending much of his free time in solitude, didn't care much for the chatter. In fact, he didn't care much for anything. Gubu, his Vornsykr and the Darkside of the Force were his only meaningful relationships. Truth be told, he would have it no other way.

The towering behemoth of a Zabraki, while large and imposing, had delicate grace as he waded through a sea of foreign bodies. His golden eyes swept to and fro, analyzing from beneath his deep black hood. He was interestingly enough focusing much of his attention on the Technocratic Guild. Being an Alchemist, alterations of various kinds caused a tingle of curiosity to run up his spine. The Guild, using the platform for transportation of goods and resources, seemed as good a place as any to gather intel on their endeavors.

His beard ruffled in the wake of passing trams and Gubu followed closely, at least for a moment. A feeling washed over him that he had not felt in quite some time. Typically it was the feeling he had gotten from members of the Jedi Order. He remembered in days, long since passed, where he was a harbinger of pain, a destructive reckoning on the fields of battle. More of a recluse now, he no longer hungered for recognition, his skills had been proven time and time again. His search for power was sought in quiet reflection, plotting from the shadows, waiting for a moment worthwhile.

He couldn't help but to feel that some whelp would interrupt his concentration, attempting to prove something themselves by slaying the disturbed one in Zumun.

Where are you then? a fleeting thought made him slightly eager. It had been a long time since someone was foolish enough or skilled enough to challenge him, he wondered which it would be.

Following the source without making it obvious, Gubu ran out to take point, his head tucked and snarling and black fur raised in aggression.

"Eesoy, Gubu." Zumun soothed in his native tongue. "Leave this to me.."

As the beast circled, it wanted to defy the order of it's master, but it knew better.

"Come out, Jedi.. I know you're there. Let's get this over with. I am a very busy man."

For what seemed like an eternity there was silence.

"I'm not getting any young-"

"Someone paid a great deal for you," an unfamiliar voice interrupted, resonating within Zumun's skull, "and oh, how I love credits."

"Claim your prize then." Zumun snarled, raising both arms to welcome the threat.

From behind one of the terminals stepped a Kel Dor he had seen before on Zsoldos. Unable to stifle his scoff at the choice of hiding places any longer, he looked to the sky.

"From Vizsla?" Zumun chuckled, "and who would hire such an esteemed group of hunters to find me, dare I ask?"

Trenkyp shook his head, "not a chance."

"You're not as foolish as you look, then."

The Kel Dor lowered his head, it was difficult to see any form of emotion, yet Zumun recognized the gesture as one of focus. The body language said it all.

"A request before I die?" Zumun taunted. Trenkyp said nothing. "Try your best?"

The Kel Dor growled, equipped his Lightsaber in a flash and advanced in one smooth motion. But he had already made a fatal mistake. Zumun had been absorbing a great deal of energy while he stalled through dialogue.

As Trenkyp rotated his blade high above his head, just as he took that final step forward and right before he could slam downward, Zumun drove his palm into the ground. Like a detonation, the Force erupted around him and like paper dolls, Trenkyp and the small group of pedestrians surrounding them flew backwards. Stalls were toppled and bodies became projectiles as they flopped like fish, slapping the duracrete. The Kel Dor growled as he hit the ground but had enough wherewithal to roll with the momentum. A few others were not as lucky as blood began to pool beneath their bodies, oozing from their impaled flesh.

The Zabrak groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, knees cracking, forcing him to bury the burden of age deep behind his durable persona. Physically worn, mentally, he felt young again.

He chuckled again and his large belly bounced as he watched the Jedi stutter-step back to his feet.

"Shall we try again?" Zumun smiled.

Trenkyp was having a bad day. Transit in Axio was slow, his head was hurting and he didn't think he'd find his bounty. He did grab Life in his right hand, but what's a lightsaber when there's no action? That little push was enough to get him into the right mindset. It actually made him happier.

"Tom, get him," the Jedi yelled. A B1 Battle Droid ran towards Zumun at full speed with a Vibroblade in his hands while the Kel Dor got up. The Sith dodged the attack and felt a little insulted.

"You thought a droid would kill me?"

"Sure, let's say so," Trenkyp voiced as he charged the Zabrak. He took Death in his left hand and activated it, a green shiny plasma blade coming out of the hilt.

"Get him, Gubu," Zumun told his Vornskyr.

The oversized creature jumped at the Kel Dor, forcing him to stop in his path and conjure a wall from the will of the Force. The Force-using animal bashed its head against the Jedi's wall, confusing it for a second. Trenkyp kicked the Vornskyr in its front left leg, making it unable to walk.

"Now that your pet is done for, will you fight me like a man?" the Kel Dor voiced as he moved around the Vornskyr.

The Sith grabbed his own lightsaber and activated it, a red blade rupturing out of the dark hilt. He used the Force to amplify his speed and appeared next to the Jedi in a fifth of a second. The Zabrak swung his lightsaber at the Kel Dor's head. The Jedi put Life in front of his face while the Juggernaut deactivated his lightsaber. The Defender threw his head back, warned by the Force, as the Sith reactivated his lightsaber, nearly getting his head cut in half.

Zumun saw that his attack was unsuccessful and took a step back, reaching for his Inquisitorius Stiletto. Trenkyp put Life back on his belt and grabbed a throwing dagger from his kit in his right hand. The Zabrak then charged the Jedi and stabbed towards his heart with the Stiletto, the blade getting cut off right before it went in his chest by the Kel Dor's dagger, making sure it looked like he actually got hurt.

"Ugh..." the Jedi dramatically groaned as he held his right arm on his chest. The Sith let his guard down for a fraction of a second, giving Trenkyp enough time to throw the dagger in his direction. Zumun dodged the attack, but not fast enough. His right shoulder got grazed, the armor taking the strike.