A day at the market [Based on Star Wars]

    I was going to originally post this on friday but due to some family issues I did not, thankfully things are back to normal and I managed to get a nice clear day to take some photos of this little scene, while I wait for some more star wars items to arrive I've been putting together some more props and also planning on making on some rebel fighters (after I finish the "last" imperial that is!), I think it's just normal I now dedicate some time to them, I might also make some jedi of this time period but we'll see.  Bellow is a small story of what I would like to call the beginning of rebellion, the start of many rebels which might or not be pictured, I hope you all enjoy.

  Today is market day, a small celebration like event where vendors, merchants, traders, smugglers and all sorts of people come from far and wide to sell their wares. It is by all means a celebration, a day where friends and family might get together to see the wares, sell, buy, listen to the bands that might play and have fun, today is by all means special. As you get up from the bed you look around the small dimly lit room you call a home, you get ready to go outside and make your way out and down the narrow stair case into the long and shadowed alleyway, shadowed by the new buildings that seem to hide away the sun behind their sterile facades. You walk past the unsavory kind of this city, spice dealers, prostitutes, gang members and the occasional corrupt security official, you ignore them after all they are the effects of something greater.

As you near the end of the alleyway your ears start to get used to the distant noise, the noise of merchants and buyers arguing about a price, of parents calling their kids, of teens having a good day buying cool things and having fun, of direct words and sharp tongues that command white armored men with hollow eyes... this is main street.  You took some time to look around main street, it was packed with all sorts of people, filled almost to the tops of the buildings with small stalls, tables and large containers turned into shops these people did not pay to set up these, how could they? the main market square was reserved for a few, these where humble people trying to earn a few extra credits today. With that thought you start to follow the multitude walking past stalls with delicious goods, sweet freshly backed pastries, the smell of roasting meats, the unequivocal smell of foreign and exotic fruits, the penetrating and cold stare of the men in white armor.

Walking to the market square seemed to have taken days, the walk was heavy and at many times you thought of turning back and returning, specially when those black soulless eyes stared at you and analyzed your entire being. As you finally crossed the last checkpoint the security officer looked at you and with a nod said "Have a good day in the market today." Have a good day you repeated as you took the final steps into the square, once there you once again stared around, the merchants selling their wares from off world, the strange visitors from all over, the exotic and strange smells of foreign fruits and spices, the calm yet loud noise of the multitude. You looked around once more and then up to the sky, a clear sky yet blocked away by ships, a reminder of how things had changed, a reminder that even tho market day was still going it was different, you looked down into the multitude and saw them, your comrades...With one last nod you reached into your bag and pulled the disposable blaster that you and your compatriots had made, quickly and like a well sharpened vibroblade you cut through the multitude, all of you, you pushed past well pressed uniforms and expensive fabrics, past man and woman, past human and alien, like a knife you and yours seemed to separate the multitude until you reached them, the merchants of this world, the ones that had sold everything including freedom.

With one single pull of the trigger market day was changed, the multitude screamed as they rushed from the square, you and your compatriots dropped their blasters knowing full well that today was the last market day, at least for you. Staring up into the sky you could only hope that this would inspire others to do the same, to rise up and fight the occupation, to not fear the white armored men. You closed your eyes and concentrated on the noise for one last time, the frantic screaming gave way to orders barked by men in perfectly kept uniforms, the clatter of boots and armor as it made its way to the square, sirens and the locking of guns onto your compatriots, market day was over and it is place was Spark Day, the birth of Rebellion.