"You sign the deed, and with it, the weight of the rent vanishes, alongside the shadow of the Landlord. The shop is yours, free and clear, a hard-earned victory in a world that's never been kind. For the first time, you stand in control of your future, with nothing but your own ambition to guide you."
"You sign the final papers, and with it, the last chains that bound you to the loan shark are broken. The store is truly yours now, free from the threat of repossession, free from the shadow of the underworld. You've beaten the odds, survived the grind, and come out on top. The future is yours."
"As a result of failing to pay your rent, you were evicted. Abandoned by your customers, your contact, and even The Mentor, you are forced to go back to the life of a scavenger. It isn't long before the Store is rented out to somebody new, and you find yourself standing on the other side of the counter, haggling for just a few credits more."
"It's the end of the road. The store is taken from you, and with it, everything you fought for slips through your fingers. The loan shark's cold grip tightens as the walls close in, leaving you bankrupt, homeless, and with nothing but a bitter reminder of how quickly everything can be lost in this unforgiving world."
"For crimes against the station, the Security arrested you. You were locked up in the brig. While serving your sentence, your store was leased to someone else. After your release, with the store lost, you went back to the life of a struggling scavenger."
"For capital crimes against the station, the Security arrested and executed you. After your execution your store was leased to someone else. Your customers quickly forgot about you, and in time, there was no trace of you left on the Station."
"Arrested by the Security on some trumped up charges, you were thrown in the brig. The store was seized and sold to pay for a large fine. You were released after a few weeks, but the store was long gone. You went back to the life of a struggling scavenger."
"After one too many offences against the Lower Levels, a mob of angry customers stormed your store. They took everything you owned and you were thrown out of the airlock. This is justice in the Lower Levels."
"After one too many offences against the Upper Levels, a hitman was contracted by the elites of the station to take you out for good."
"After being declared as an enemy of the Revolution, a bomb was planted in your store. The explosion destroyed the store and killed you. The ruin of your store served as a warning to others who would dare to oppose the Revolution."
"The Cartel decided that you were no longer worth keeping around. You were retired from the business."
"After skipping one too many Immunivax injectors, your faulty immune system turned on your own body. It wasn't an illness that killed you, it was yourself."
"The Aug population reached a critical point and now operates openly. During the night, a group of Augs broke into your store and forcibly installed an augmentation chip. Security never arrived. The implant activates. You are only a passenger in your own body."
"You weren't able to secure a vendor permit and were forced to close your store."
During your training with The Mentor, you took a particular interest in learning about the Water trade. Clean water is a scarce resource on the station and there is money to be made by those with their hands on the tap.
During your training with The Mentor, you took a particular interest in contraband. You're an established black marketeer, and have even installed a hidden storage compartment in your store to avoid the prying of the station's security.
During your training with The Mentor, you acquired a nose for narcotics. You are an expert in the illegal, addictive and lucrative trade of controlled substances. You're not bad in the lab, either, should supply run low.
During your training with The Mentor, no particular specialization piqued your interest. Instead, you spent more time optimising your operation, resulting in less money spent setting up the store.
Before The Mentor found you, you were a scavenger, poor but with solid reputation. Despite your training, you never forgot your past, and have even repurposed your old equipment for your new occupation.
During your training with The Mentor, you developed a grim fascination in the trade of human organs. Certified, ethically sourced organs are legal to trade... but there is more money to be made in illicit stock harvested from living patients.
During your training with The Mentor, you took a particular interest in over-the-counter medicines. You learned about the basics of running a pharmacy, helping sick customers and synthesizing drugs.
During your training with The Mentor, you developed an enthusiasm for firearms and munitions. You learned how to modify weapons, from handmade sidearms to powerful machine guns. With a license in hand, you now fulfill custom orders and earn a steady income arming the residents of the station.
During your training with The Mentor, you developed a taste for moonshine. You know how to trade, appraise and even brew your own liquor. Moonshine is popular in the Lower Levels due to its low cost, but it is also unregulated and illegal.
During your training with The Mentor, you developed a passion for cooking and street food. You know how to prepare quick, flavorful meals that cater to the busy residents of the lower levels. Operating a street food stall is a popular and flexible way to make a living, and with the right ingredients, you can turn a tidy profit.
During your training with The Mentor, you refined your knowledge of hydroponic farming, an efficient way to grow crops in the limited space available on the station. With your expertise, you can help feed the lower levels while making a handy profit.
To the Mentor's annoyance, you developed a great passion for animal ranching. Rats, more specifically. You've learned the basics of raising rats for meat.
The Mentor didn't help you with anything aside from negotiating your lease with the Landlord. You have nothing but the Store, and a will to survive.