It had been a solid week since anything had come up on the long range scanners, two weeks since anyone had bothered haling the ship, and nearly a month since I'd entered the Outer Rim. It was times like these I wished for a crew. My small and fast smuggler's ship was great for fast runs between systems when the jobs were coming in. The past year had been hard though. Not much work for a smuggler when the galaxy is at peace. I'd already burned through all of my savings so now it was down to salvaging wrecks. A wholly dull and boring job, or so I thought. A voice spoke through the systems speakers. "Salvage detected Max." The mechanical female voice of B.I.R.D.Y. my ship's protocol droid informed me.

"Finally some action Birds!" I reply with a grin. In the weeks of deep space we've grown quite close. "Can we pull alongside it?"

"Already ahead of you, pulling alongside now. Shall I extend the retrieval arms and bring it aboard?"

"Please do. And Birds, see if you can get a quick scan of what's inside and start tallying it's worth for me huh?"

"Roger, Captain!" The droid responds pleasantly.

After minutes of minute adjustments the debris, which appears to be some sort of life pod, is in the bay. Jumping over the railing in a full on sprint I quickly grab my hazmat mask and gloves and rush to the small hanger bay. Inside is a long, sleek, silver rectangle roughly 7 feet tall and 5 feet wide. It appears to have hinges on the side and what looks like a door on top. As I pry off the lid a loud hissing noise erupts from the capsule as a freezing cold gas escapes into the hanger. I peer into the now open box.

A female form lies still, almost lifeless. Looking over the pod, there is writing and symbols all over the thing.

"Birdy, what the hell is this thing?" I ask, taking stock of the situation.

"A Cryo-Pod." The droid's voice says. "It appears to have been recently jettisoned."

That's when the ship's alarms went crazy! "Sir, multiple ships have just appeared out of warp. We've got minutes before they pick us up on scanners."

"Shit. " I say aloud scratching the bottom of my unshaved chin. "Punch it Birds, sleeping beauty will have to wake up on her own. We better skip out on this party before someone picks our dance card. Take us to the nearest space port."

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I took an old Scifi roleplay and threw a fresh coat of Star Wars paint. Ever lusted after Han Solo? Dream of spending the night with your very own scruffy looking nerf herder? Describe briefly what your character looks like and we'll go from there.