In the cold emptiness of space, a cargo ship floated lifelessly. It was an old, prewar vessel built by a mining company. It was rough and utilitarian, but built to last. It seemed dead, little more than an abandoned wreck, but it received a distress call.
The silent vessel was filled with footsteps, as the handful of crew gathered in the bridge. Four humans, three engineers, two jackals, and a grunt. The captain, who, around his shoulders wore a rich dark red coat with golden trim, looked to his crew.
"The LR is in need of assistance." He said, pausing for a moment a strange red creature climbed up his coat, resting on his shoulder "I know some of us have had troubles with them in the past, but the desperate tend to be highly profitable."
One of the other humans nodded, and the grunt was bobbing up and down in excitement as they turned to look at one of the female crew members, waiting for her input.