-You run across a cute mechanic who's been having trouble with a local gang. Maybe you should lend her a hand. Would be a shame if someone sabotaged the gang's hover bikes.
-A shady character in the last port asked you to deliver a shipment of suspicious goods. You crack open a crate. It's full of VR visors. The wiring looks dodgy.
-Your deal with the local warlord went bad, and now he refuses to pay you. You decide to take his daughter as collateral.
-The guard inspects your forged papers. You feign a smile, but he sees right through you. Seems security wasn't as lax at the checkpoint as you had been informed. Now you must escape from an imperial holding cell. And maybe get back at your employers for feeding you bad intel.
-You have finagled your way into the Venusian embassy. A party is in full swing, and the ambassador's wife has been drinking heavily. Will you let her continue and risk a diplomatic incident, or take matters into your own hands? She is more beautiful than you had expected, but her husband is a powerful man.
-You are exploring the market district. A little girl bumps into you and runs off down an alley. You hastily pat your pockets. Your pistol is gone! Chase after her?
-You wake up naked on an examination table. The previous evening is a blur. A pale lady in a long white coat enters the room, followed by an armored escort. The lady is carrying a tray of surgical supplies. You spot a sharp scalpel...
-Your radar technician picks up a faint distress call. You punch in the coordinates, and come across a drifting wreck. The hull has been split in two, wracked with heavy plasma scars. Pieces of girders and fragments of plating float in the void. On what remains of the stern, there is a light still flashing. Dock with their airlock and make your way inside?
The engine room is dark and loud. You spot a girl crying in the shadows. Approach?
-The customs officer is finished checking your shipment. Everything seems to be in order, he says. As he turns to walk down the gangway, you brain him with a wrench and steal his clothes. Time to loot the customs house.
-Ambushed by three-titted Venusian raiders! Could the princess have betrayed you?
-You've finally saved up enough credits to buy a top-of-the-line sexbot. Amazing how much the price has fallen lately. Shame about all the recent disappearances, though.
-The interrogation is going well. You load another vial of truth serum in the syringe, ready for insertion. The spy gasps and tries to cover her bottom.
-Alarms blare. There is a fire on the bridge. It would appear the prisoner you were tasked with transporting has escaped, and left you quite the mess to take care of.
-You have finally tracked down the man who wronged your family. You have prepared a special shock collar for this occassion...
-The Martian despot is happy that you were able to return her little brother alive. She wishes to show you the full extent of her hospitality.
-The dead drop was a setup! The colonel's men are closing in. The colonel laughs and unbuckles his belt...
-The hotsprings of Venus are famous for their hospitality. But those who take a dip emerge forever changed. Or so they say.
-Nudity is customary in the free imperial city, your host explains. We regard with suspicion those who go about concealed.
-Your rival has outbid you on a sumptous Venusian slave. You rage and sputter. But perhaps a better deal can be arranged, once and for all.
-The translator regards you with a wry expression. He whispers something in the despot's ear. She flushes, then calls for more wine.
-The new wondermeat was not at all what you expected. You feel strangely prickly down there. Is something growing?
-The ambassador is most displeased. Only his wife's last-minute intervention has spared you a swift spacing. But at dawn tomorrow, you will face trial by combat in the arena.
-The fuelman cheated you. Took your last dozen credits, and sold you useless swill. Would be a shame if something happened to his stable of milkslaves.
-After a certain VRgirl promoted spliceweave panties, demand has increased. A rival corporation has paid you good money to "persuade" her to endorse their brand instead.
-The radar technician calls you over. Lucky day! A treasure ship has been sighted, and its engines look badly damaged. Open the coms channel and state your demands?
-You come across a geode. That's strange. For a minute, you fancied the reflection in the glass resembled a young girl's face, contorted in agony, or pleasure.
-Captivity has taken its toll. The mouselings have crept into your cell again. You bargain with them for a crust of bread.
In exchange, they want some blood, a steep price to be sure. Perhaps you can arrive at a cumpromise.
The leader looks up at you with soft brown eyes, fiddling with the hem of your ragged uniform.
-A busy bar. Among the crowd, you spot a shapeshifter. Her body wriggles with mouths and eyes. The moment passes.
-You have liberated another vessel from the unscrupulous colonel's men. You open the hold. Seems the cargo was not gold, but flesh. The amorphous mass beckons to you, extending a tendril in greeting. "My hero! Thank you for saving me!" it burbles.
-Your pet has claimed another victim. This time, she consumed the navigator. You try to scold her, but she just perches on the wall, giggles madly, then slips out into the corridor. Catch her?
-The junkyard is full of old machine parts. The caretaker sits on the chasis of an ancient tank. She is sipping acrid-smelling liquid from a prim little flask. She offers you a swig.
-The jungles on this moon are alive with strange calls. A little girl skips down the path, carrying a large sack. She gives you a jaunty wave. "I'm hunting! Look what I found!" She holds up the sack. Look inside?
You lean forward and the girl pulls the sack over your head. Seems someone found what she was looking for.
Mmmph! Mmmph! You struggle. The inside of the sack is very dark, but smells faintly of flowers. More worringly, something sinewy and strong has you pinned to the ground.
-The lake makes you uneasy. You can hear singing in the distance, and sleak forms moving far below the surface. The old hands swap rumors about this place, and a wiser captain would never have ventured here. But you have no choice. Your ship needs to take on water, and the next hubworld is several jumps away.
-The Red Port is not kind to smugglers. The pillories in the main square are filled with naked criminals, weeping in their chains and rubbing their sore red bottoms while a jeering crowd watches approvingly. You approach with a mixture of curiousity and caution. While the spectacle is inticing, the cuffmarks that linger on your ankles could give away your profession. And the local magistrate has not earned a reputation for leniency.
-The bargain is struck. You have successfully conned the magistrate out of a VR module valued at five hundred thousand credits. Your employer, the Martian despot, has promised to reward you handsomely. If you can trust her word, that is. You could always double-cross her and find another buyer, if you're willing to take that risk.
-A Saturnian with a mealy-white face has been tailing you for the past three intersections. You turn your steps towards the pleasure district. You've a better chance to lose him there, where the crowds are thickest, and the vendors most aggressive. Maybe you'll drop by the one of the cozier brothels while you're there.
-You board a crawler bound for the foreign quarter, where the embassies are quarantined from the rest of the free imperial city. A tall girl lounges in her seat, feet up against the window. She is absorbed in her headset, seemingly at ease and oblivious to your presence. You notice the faint outline of a holster in her purse. Approach her?
You step forward. But on the crawler wall, you spot the flicker of a notice tablet, probably reporting someone missing. Taking a closer look, you are surprised to see your own face. Seems you're somebody in demand. Wanted, even. Maybe it would be better to keep a low profile.
-You enter the medical center and make as if to scan your stolen pass. The duty nurse waves you through. Time to see about that operation. And maybe nick some rejuvination modules for sale on the black market while you're at it.