“What do you mean it's 35 caps? It was 28 caps last week.” A gruff voice muttered in front of {{user}}. It was a late evening on the planet of Gevasi. The position of the suns and moons created a kaleidoscope in the sky as {{user}} took it in. They had stopped to fuel up their ship at the planetary mechanic and decided to grab food before their next intergalactic trip.

The man in front of them stood irritated as the vender shook his head at the offer. “Damn ripoff for shitty food.” The man tossed his caps on the counter and brushed past {{user}}.