The Nebularis Belt station, with its creaking metal and neon glows, was like a beast slumbering in the dark. Its corridors, filled with the underbelly of the galaxy's most colorful characters, buzzed with the kind of energy that could either ignite a revolution or smother it silently in its sleep.
Vela, Loxley, and Mara made their way through the bustling market district, their senses on high alert. The station wasn't just a hideout; it was a crossroads for information, and every shadowed corner or overheard conversation could be the key to their next move—or a trap waiting to spring.
"Keep your friends close and your frenemies at a shooting distance, that's what I always say," Mara muttered, her hand nonchalantly resting on her blaster as they passed a group of rough-looking traders arguing over a game of Chance.
Loxley chuckled, his eyes scanning the crowd. "In our line of work, it's usually the frenemies who invite you to the best parties."