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 black suited figure stepped off the arrived train, a monolith among the press of dusty faces incoming from the Badlands. Titius scanned the crowd with a practiced eye, intent on spotting his target before they observed him. Moving off, he stalked into the concourse, still sweeping over the throng. “How hard is it to find a tall bullheaded Sith in this mix?” mused the Mercenary.

The air changed as another tram screamed in, dragging a plume of dust through the platform. A chorus of coughs sounded in response with many rushing to reapply respirators. In the turmoil, an Iktotchi stood tall, clearly smarter than the rabble.

"AH, that was easier than expected." Unslinging his rifle, Titius let off a shot. The bolt flew right at Cade who just then noticed his boot was untied. The display behind him blew out its circuits in a shower of sparks as he knelt to tie it. Standing, he scanned the crowd to see a black suited figure waggling a set of finger horns at him. Cade found it to be slightly rude, gesturing back annoyance. The figure responded by tapping their head, asking for open comms. “Welcome to the armpit of the dust pit, Cade. I have been looking forward to kicking your Iktochi butt for a while.”

“If you think you can beat me in a fair fight, have at it. But you never play fair, do you Titius?” Cade laughed at his taunt, content that the point had been driven home. The ensuing sputtering over the comms was proof enough. “I fight perfectly fair! Most just don't understand the rules! Do your worst.” With the final taunt, Titius brought his rifle to bear again in the crowded thoroughfare. Chaos ran wild as guests noticed the armed assailant firing wildly.