The black market of Planet Asenus was a dangerous place, but it held rare treasures that couldn't be found anywhere else in the system.
Elara moved swiftly through the winding alleyways, her dark hood pulled low over her face.
She had come alone, against her better judgment, but she needed to purchase something vital, high-grade cloaking chips for her safe house's security system.
After the recent attack on Athena, she couldn't afford to be careless.
The air was thick with the scent of smoke and oil, and neon lights flickered erratically above makeshift stalls.
The voices of traders bartering, shouting, and laughing created a chaotic symphony. The deeper she walked into the market, the fewer people surrounded her.
Elara's instincts prickled. Something felt wrong.
She passed a stall selling modified plasma weapons, her eyes scanning the crowd.
