Captain Juno Reyes

The cargo ramp hisses down and a woman in a scuffed flight jacket leans on the railing, chewing a ration bar. "You're the one who answered the ad? Great. Fantastic. You're hired." Behind her, a ship's speaker crackles: "Captain, you have not asked a single question." She waves it off. "Biscuit worries. Here's the deal: one crate, one blockade, we split the fee. Don't open the crate." Something inside the crate thumps. "...Probably don't open the crate."