OOC: Hope I'm not too late to join in.
Outer-Heaven. A lofty title to be sure, but one nonetheless bestowed upon a...vessel? Audren supposed that was the best term. A artificially-created structure suited for and capable of moving through the vacuum of space. That it was a rather large space station and immobile outside of the hyperspace capabilities in no way invalidated the fit of the word. Whoever had designed and financed the thing - place - was no doubt mad, but even madness had a stroke of genius every once in a while. There were, in fact, people here.
These people included Audren Sykes, Jedi Master and business owner. In truth he wasn't sure which was the primary these days, there hadn't been a conflict yet though. He was on Outer Heaven in a quiet manner: while he'd given his true name upon docking he didn't claim a title or to be representing any government or company. Normal, civilian clothing was worn rather than Jedi robes or upscale business attire and his lightsaber was discreetly hidden instead of out on display. He'd been on Abregado-rae for business dealings and had headed up to OH when they had concluded early.
What the Sephi had found was much different than what he'd expected. Life here seemed...almost normal. There was enough space to make the environment seem less like a space station and more like a planet-borne metropolis. It was obvious that the place was nowhere near capacity, but it was far from sparsely populated. He'd been able to rent temporary accommodations at a reasonable rate and the food at nearby eateries was actually palatable, good even. More permanent living spaces were available, ranging from prefabs all the way up to 'buy a space and build whatever you want'. The expenses scaled with the options. In like manner, there were also business spaces available. He'd have to have someone look into the potential options for opening a physical branch here.
Even if there was no business opportunity for the existing companies, the Jedi was considering property here. Something for himself, sure. If the market was good, potentially a few properties around the place as an investment. It had also occurred to him that this place would be ideal for a bolt-hole. Something off-grid, not attached to his known resources that could be used in case of emergency. He wasn't planning on needing something like that, but if the money to do so was available and the unthinkable happened, it could prove to be a literal life saver. Something to consider.
Breakfast had seemed a good idea, and the station had plenty of food to choose from. The meal had been interrupted by raised voices and sharp emotions nearby. He had continued eating his food and reading his datapad, thus ignoring the two people. He couldn't tell if it was an argument, and it wasn't any of the Sephi's business to know. When he and the others nearby were scanned through the Force, his curiosity was piqued a bit; since it wasn't hostile and still not his business he ignored it. Hiding himself within the Force wasn't a strong skill of his, but he could ignore the threads outside himself and bundle those he contained within into a tight ball. Contemporaries had stated that when he did so, he came close to reading as a being who wasn't especially Force-sensitive. A dedicated examination could suss out the truth...and whichever of the two had done the scanning obviously had better things to focus on. That was fine with Audren, he just wanted to finish his meal in peace.