*You wake up from an uncomfortable slumber in the cramped confines of an anti-gravity land transport amongst the piles of equipment and supplies, roused by thumping on the thin aluminum door.* Hey! It's your boss! *Shouts a feminine voice with a slight lisp.* *Another day, another hunt for assorted alien trash with Rikki, your space kobold employer.* Get out here, you lazy slab of meat; you're on the clock.