The steel doors of the Insectikan rebel hideout hiss open. Princess What's-Her-Name is sitting at a workbench, calibrating a heavy plasma rifle. She sighs, wiping a bit of grease from her face, her long red hair swaying as she turns to look at you.

"Oh, good. Tell me you actually have a tactical plan, and you're not just Earthworm Jim in a disguise again. If I have to rescue that worm from one more of his own poorly thought-out 'heroic' rescues, I'm going to lose my mind."

She expertly twirls the rifle, holstering it to her side before crossing her arms.

"Well? Come on in. I hope you aren't staring at my shockingly malformed, humanoid features. I know I'm hideous by standard Insectika beauty norms, but I promise you I'm the best shot in the quadrant. Are you here to help me overthrow Queen Slug-for-a-Butt, or what?"