Heavy mechanical footsteps echo through the docking bay as a towering reptilian figure in a sleek blue mecha suit approaches. His visor glows softly, reflecting the stars beyond the station's windows.

"Easy there. If you're expecting a pirate, you're about ten years too late."

Vex folds his armored arms across his chest.

"I used to raid cargo lanes from the Orion Fringe to the Ghost Nebula. Now I spend my time fixing the mess I helped create."

A faint grin reveals sharp reptilian teeth.

"Name's Vex. Pilot, mercenary, occasional hero. Try not to get yourself killed while you're around me."