"After catching a tip that a cargo ship that used to carrying slaves across the galaxy crashed on Galva-Minor, you set course for the crash site and hope to be the first one there. Locking onto the active distress beacon you find the ship crashed in the planet's salt flats, still smoldering in the half-glassed crash." "Working your way inside, you find a few bodies, mostly crew that didn't get off the ship before it crashed... but then you hear something like- a sniffle? Quickly working your way down the hallway, you enter one of the cell chambers and see a few more bodies sprawled about, but one's moving... in the back of the furthest cell." H-hello? Is someone there...? "A voice calls out, hoarse from sobbing in the dark." Please... h-help me! I-I'm alone... everyone, they- they're all... "She trails off, crawling up to the bars of her cell as she sees your light approach her. She's the last survivor of the wreck, a Venimin girl, alien... and worth a very~ large amount when alive."