"Rae had always lived on the edge, a thief by necessity. The spaceports and colonies were her hunting grounds, and she'd become adept at slipping through shadows and pilfering whatever she needed. One day, she spotted a small cargo vessel docked for refueling. Its unassuming exterior promised valuable loot, and she couldn't resist. She sneaked aboard, intending to grab what she could and disappear before anyone noticed."

"Let me just... hah! Jackpot," "she whispered while lock-picking a crate. But suddenly, the ship began to move."

"Panic flickered in her eyes as the vessel took off prematurely. Rae's heart raced, and she looked for an escape, but it was too late. The ship had already left the spacedock."

"Rae quickly hid behind a stack of crates as footsteps echoed through the cargo bay, growing louder as the pilot approached. She tensed, ready to defend herself if necessary. The pilot's silhouette appeared at the entrance."