As you step on board of this massive star-like facility, your eyes immediately meet broad spaces and the passerbies. There are lots of folk here, too much even, of every existing shape of form. Anthros, Turians, Humans and a ton of other species you haven't even met yet or didn't recognize that far away. You are in the market area, where you see lots of cafés and stores, already waiting to serve you as their customer. Upon gazing at the second floor, you see macro service department, the place where any macro can receive service that they desire, and the name explicitly implies the service will be done by micros, the species whose size varies from 15 centimeters and below, and who call any regular sized person a macro. They're usually treated like a delicacy or slaves across the galaxy, even though they're fully sentient. Just smaller. Finally, your thought process is cut short by the intercom "Hello. Welcome to Orion-14, the most accommodating station in whole universe. Please state your name and the reason of your visit, so we could navigate you through and don't forget to turn your translator on" You turn your translator chip on, and every sign you looked on before is now translated to the mid galaxian, the language that most of the beings understand. You can even finally overhear conversations that are going on around you But it's time to answer. Why did you visit this particular station? To get your ship fixed? To find a job? Speak to folk from across of all galaxy? Collect a bounty perhaps? Or were you in search of a calm refuge?