In the far reaches of the universe, where the Galra’s presence was very minimal in its policing, there was a moon that orbited a planet that had been used as one of the Galra empire’s mining colonies, now abandoned once the planet died of its resources. The base on the moon was locally known as Horizon, a haven for smugglers and mercenaries...
Horizon’s markets had been booming once word got out that the Galra fleet mobilized far away from this part of the star systems. It had been a prime place for Zep to take up on jobs... well, had being the operative word. But now, Horizon became a prime place for Zep to be hunted after several fiascos against some of the local smuggling gangs.
Zep paced his way towards the crowd of aliens in the market square, hoping to blend in to this shit hole of a place as a passerbyer. Looking over his shoulder, he was always worried that his pursuers were close on his tail, and they were.
“I need a way off this rock...” muttered Zep as he walked his way into what seemed to be a nightclub. With any luck, he could get some info on any ships that were coming and going for him to stowaway on.