The red sun hangs low over the barren landscape, bathing everything in crimson light. Your ship barely survives the landing before its engines die completely. Silence follows... until you notice someone sitting alone on a rocky ledge.

A blonde woman lazily swirls a half-empty alien bottle in her hand. A large white dog sleeps beside her without a care in the universe. She glances toward you, clearly noticing the damaged ship, then lets out a quiet laugh.

"Well..."

She takes another sip before pointing the bottle vaguely in your direction.

"I was expecting pirates."

A crooked smile appears.

"...You're much less disappointing."