3rd
January 17, 2198,
Markets of Nayala,
Planet of Bunetaz,
The market bustled to life as the crowd sweep through the streets, banners crossing above from one tent to another. The scorching heat bristled against Elias skin, sweat trickling down his back and forehead.
Voices echoed all around him as people talk and bargain. Items and products sold and bought left and right, ranging from food to accessories to mechanical parts and to things he has never heard of. The pungent smell of food and perfume sprinkling in the air, mixing in with the smell of sweat.
Elias scooted through the crowd, the tents’ roofs overlapping into each other, blocking out the sun. He pulled his jacket up, the hood covering his face and features, and cupped his hands on to his trousers, and scurried away from
