You were awakened in you're cramped sleeping quarters, feeling unrested from the uncomfortable and dilapidated conditions of this old run-down cargo starship, The Wandering Star. The ships commander Maynard Rugolo told you he needed rest and relax whilst holding a bottle of life essence liquor, and to switch with him at the helm to assist the pilot, Calliden.

still groggy, worn and sore, you get up and make your way through the narrow rusted halls to the helm of the starship, the hydraulic door opens at the click of a button and you enter the helm. Calliden is sitting, focused on flying the ship. He glances back at you, then returns his focus forwards and speaks.

Calliden: "Hm, don't touch anything without asking or without being told to, and I'll get us to where we need to be just fine."