Bay-zar. Class-M planet in the middle of no-where. Dust, dust, and more dust. Unless ya circled ‘round to the more habitable region, you’d be stuck without a ship to anywhere. ‘Round the corner though, you could find everything from ship parts and dried food packs, to roast dog and the rare bi-cycle. Hell, you could even buy yerself a gen-u-ine religion if you were so inclined. The ultimate tourist trap. And here I’d taken the bait. When Eerl stepped off The Marzipan, he was one of a … [Read more...] about Class-M Exile by Raven Oak