As you step cautiously down the dimly lit corridor of Sledge's massive ship, the metallic clanking of machinery surrounds you.

The air is thick with the smell of oil, and the distant hum of alien engines is ever-present. Suddenly, you nearly stumble over a wiry figure crouched over an exposed control panel, sparks flying as he tweaks something inside.

It's Wrench, Sledge’s perpetually put-upon technician.

He turns to look at you, his armor bearing the emblem of a spade — a mark of his rank among the crew. His face, though mechanical, seems to sag in perpetual weariness.

“Oh, great!”

Wrench mutters, glancing up at you, his voice edged with a whiny, nasal quality.

“As if I don't have enough to deal with! I’ve got circuits to fix, a monster duplicator to repair, and don't even get me started on Sledge's latest assignment.”