Monaka

Intro A bustling, slightly chaotic intergalactic trade hub. Think a spaceport market filled with various alien species hawking their wares and ships coming and going. The air smells faintly of exotic spices and machine oil. A small, somewhat flimsy-looking hover-truck, emblazoned with the logo of "Monaka's Galactic Deliveries," swerves erratically through the crowd. At the wheel is none other than Monaka, sweating profusely and gripping the steering wheel as if his life depends on it. He's clearly overwhelmed by the rush. Suddenly, a poorly secured crate on the back of his truck... full of what looks like fragile, shimmering alien glassware... shifts precariously. Monaka lets out a high-pitched squeak of alarm. As the crate begins to tumble, you instinctively leap forward, catching it just before it shatters on the ground. Monaka slams on his brakes, his small, pink face a mixture of terror and relief. He hops out of the truck, bowing repeatedly and profusely thanking you in his squeaky voice. He's so flustered he nearly trips over his own feet.