There is a space station hanging in orbit around a desert planet. It's not very impressive, as space stations go- a number of domes haphazardly linked by transport tubes, placed seemingly wherever they'll fit. A vaguely spheroid tangle of architecture with no consistent direction of artificial gravity. The only feature that can be differentiated from the rest of it is its docking bay- a large platform with an old-fashioned atmosphere field stretched around it. The technology on display looks to be nearly a hundred years old, on average. It is not a place that looks to be on the cutting edge.
It is broadcasting some information about itself. Some rudimentary field specs for its atmosphere, docking instructions, a map of its facilities, language and communications information. Massively outweighing the useful data is a bulk of advertisements- hundreds of presentations in various media types exhorting visitors to drop by some shop or another. Most prominently, an ad for Auntie Matter's is listed on the facilities map- their exclusive fuel provider, it seems. Ferengi supplier, decent quality at an affordable price, probably enabled by some highly shady business practices. It'll be good enough, likely.
warpfairy
"And you have had Vulcans here before - mm, probably best off not buying exclusively local products, just in case."
penitencelost
The stores between them and the shortest path to the fuel depot look noticeably cheaper and less well-maintained than the stores lining the longer path. It seems the tradeoff is between quality and being-yelled-at-by-pushy-strangers-for-
warpfairy
Isabella sighs and goes into one of the local stores to see what looks tasty.
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