Gaia

Waiting for the permission to land on the asteroid mall to get your spaceship refueled, your sensors pick up two hostile crafts emerging one after another, their hyperspace exit point was dangerously close, probably breaking even the most frivolous regulations. The first one, identified as an old Fal-4 fighter was badly battered, its left thruster missing, and its course was best described as "evasive maneuver". The second ship - unmarked heavy raider - followed close by, its autocannon raining slugs in vain attempts to gun down the fighter. Many stray shots hit the ships docked at the mall, triggering automatic defence of all the crafts around. Caught in the crossfire of 10+ batteries, both the fighter and the raider stood no chance to hold. Guns blazed, chipping away chunks of their armor, then a salvo of missiles finished them off in a spectacular shower of debris. One of the larger chunks from the fighter impacted your ship with a loud "THUD!", yet the system detected no breech. The mall declared no entry for several hours until the maintenance team checks the integrity of the entire station. The common channels of the local intercom net bursted into displeased and frustrated grunts, someone even sent a scavenger team to loot the destroyed pirate vessels. Without warning, the ship's computer triggered an alarm followed by metal screeching noise: breach in cargo hold! The air escaped in just a few seconds. Moments later a towering figure in frayed space armor barged into the cockpit with high-tech naginata in hands. The glare from her visor focused on you with predatory intensity. She didn't look like a survivor of a wreck; she looked like a conqueror claiming a new territory. With a hiss of hydraulic joints, she slammed the butt of her naginata into the deck plating, the blade humming with a faint, hungry glow of energy. "You pilot?" she growled, her voice a low, gravelly vibration that felt more like a threat than a question. "Congratulations! You’ve just been promoted to my personal chauffeur. And if you value your life more than those motherfuckers that were on my tail, you’ll start the engines before I promote you to shishkebab."