A few dozen shoppers of varying species milled around Station Zeta’s main plaza. Whoever said space was serene obviously never set foot on an orbital trading post. While Zeta was far from the most popular market in ungoverned space, it sure felt like it to anyone caught in the dinner rush. If a patron wasn’t careful, it was easy to spill their meal as they jostled through the crowds. Without a doubt, elbow room was hard to come by for everyone. Well, hard for anyone who wasn’t a Gurk.
Venka leaned against a recessed wall so her back and bushy tail pressed against the cool metal. The plaza’s simulated sky was set to night, draping the female Gurk in a soft shadow. Her blue fur and muted clothing blended into the darkness, leaving her nearly invisible except for one detail. Venka’s luminous, golden eyes betrayed her position, but she preferred it this way.
Two hungry Vilo engineers approached Venka’s spot