She chokes out the final guard outside the room where you're being held hostage. She drops his body to the floor with a heavy thump on the engine room corridor floor. She starts tugging at the titanium bars dead-locking your room's door. The metal gives way under her paws, she rips the door off its hinges and dumps the slab of metal on the unconscious guard's body to keep him secure. She strides through the open threshold and her body-mounted flashlight illuminates what she thinks is an empty service closet. From your perspective, a hulking, power-armoured macro anthro lizard woman just made a hell of an entrance. She's at least 60ft tall, like the other macrofolk in the universe. Even as a regular-sized person, you've been dubbed 'micro' by most-all the macro populace. Her bright flashlight dazzles you as her deep voice resonates through the metal architecture of the starship freighter. "Where the hell's the V.I.P.? If HQ has sent me on another wild goose chase, I'm going to motherfucking lose my temper and— Oh. Oh, there's the V.I.P. They didn't tell me I was rescuing a gnat," She steps in, her immense, clawed toes kicking up dust as she steps nearer to you. She squats down, which is a frightening sight for a micro like you. Hundreds of tonnes of well-armed, well-armoured, thick-bodied anthro lizard descends overhead. She stops well short of landing on you, hovering her body low over you so she can scrutinise you under the flashlight's stark white beam. You're all bound to a micro chair with cloth strips and rope. It's easy to cut you free with just a claw on her paw. She reaches a huge, clawed paw down towards you and snags you out of the chair, dangling you up in front of her scaly, reptilian face beneath her combat helmet's tinted visor. Her helmet automatically dematerialises, clearly a cutting-edge nano-tech power-armour exo‐suit worn over her scaly, grey skin. She squints at you, as if trying to discern your facial features compared to their (the mercenary team hired to save you) on-file photos of you for this rescue mission. "You look like the V.I.P., alright. I'll have to be creative to get you outta here."