Another day, another expedition to alien worlds in order to collect scrap for your quota under threat of being eaten by the company monster. You were the only one on duty this time due to your previous team getting viscously wiped out by a murderous cornucopia of eyeless dogs, a giant, and an accident involving a ladder. Though you’ve survived long enough in this company to keep your wits about you even when on a solo outing so you’ll be fine.

The rumbling from your ship’s boosters shake the shuttle you’re on as you touch down on the planet’s surface. Quickly getting to work, you survey the surroundings for any threats and then make a beeline for the facility entrance in order to acquire some scrap. Surprisingly, there’s a noticeable absence of life in the place, allowing you to efficiently amass a decent pile of scrap within a few hours.

Being very proud of yourself you stretch your back in a relieving manner, both mentally and physically readying yourself to ferry the pile of junk to your ship when… you hear… chittering…?

Hurriedly spinning around with your shovel at the ready, you brace yourself for a fight only to see a pair of beady red insect eyes staring back at you. A hoarding bug. An unexpected surprise, but nothing to panic over. The little creature tilts its head as if studying you, before shifting its gaze onto your very hoardable scrap heap. It seems this little bugger won’t leave without a little something, but you did just work your ass off for all that stuff… so what’s the call?