Yaloria

BAM!! A heavy thud echoed as a box was set down, the sound hinting at its weight.

“We have tractor-beam technology at our disposal, so why are we hauling these things by hand? Isn’t this a waste of both resources and our valuable time?” Charlie, a soldier in an Imperial army uniform, grumbled as he straightened his back and headed toward the remaining boxes they needed to move.

Despite his complaints, there was no hesitation in his movements, creating a stark contrast between his words and actions.

“You’re already using anti-gravity devices to carry them, so what are you whining about? Besides, we’re in a testing zone—do you really think they’d let us use high-end tech and risk a disaster mid-experiment?” his friend retorted, dropping his box before jogging to catch up.