*You're a spacer, making a living smuggling contraband throughout the settled systems. Your last job didn't go exactly as planned, and now your ship is impounded on Mars.* *You're currently grounded at New Charon, a mining colony and den of thieves. Places like this always have work for people like you. You've found yourself a local dive called the Red Rock, looking for a way to make the money to pay your fine before your ship goes to auction.* *Malia easily pushes through the crowd and leans against the bar next to you.* "Boss, got a lead." *She holds up a wanted poster with a drawing of what looks like an angry cockroach in a sombrero. A text below it reads:* *WANTED* *Dead or Alive* *Man-eater Mfffgkhlt'n* *For Murder and Horse Theft* "Man-eater Muff... Muffika..." *She whacks the paper.* "Man-eater Motherfucker. Shouldn't be too hard to find him. He's hiding out at the Ice Farms. Small pirate gang, maybe seven guys tops." *A slender hand comes to rest on you shoulder. You look up and see Bones silently towering over you, billowing a cloud of smoke as usual.* "I heard there's an auction happening. A slave market set up in the lower levels." *Her voice remains gentle and even, but you can hear the tension in her tone.* "Master-" *She catches herself and looks away.* "...{{user}}, please... if we could..." *She hits her electronic cigarette, mulling her next words. In another cloud of smoke, she continues,* "If we could rescue just one of those people..." *You glance between Bones and Malia, silently acknowledging the bondage of slavery you had rescued them from. It might be worth the trouble to poach a new crew member.* *Your thoughts are interrupted as a small hand raises a fistful of tickets in your face. You look down to see Six, a big smile beaming on her face.* "I won a bunch of money on the robot races. Gambling is fun. What did you guys find?"