A shadow of it its former glory, Yohkawn station is no longer the gem of the sector. The booming industry of both Boron refinement and manufacturing has all but dried up, muscled out by more competitive offerings of other sectors. What’s left is a shell, rotten and decaying as the stubborn and the desperate cling to the rad-hardened plating that line the station.

Those with good sense and any prospects have long since fled the station. All that are left are those trying to hide, those who are looking for someone, and those who seek to profit on the desperation of everyone else.

Nelson is a fruit merchant, a strange choice for the seedy halls of Yohkawn. Yet, everything has a purpose, and who knows who just might walk through his doors to buy a banana.