Your sensors have been picking up a ship for the last several thousand kilometers as you cruise toward your destination. Small shards of debris detach from the ship and skitter colorfully across your shields. The craft is scored and pitted from wrecklessly skirting the edges of asteroids and not a few space stations.

What you discern as the rear of the ship has several bumper stickers on it, including "I Brake for Stinky Cheese!", "Will Salvage for Food!" and "EVE-RADIO.com". The left turn indicator flashes repeatedly as it must have for the last dozen systems.

As you pass the rickety heap you can only hope is being hauled in for reprocessing, you spy the cockpit. Fuzzy dice hang from an ancient, stolen mirror. Beer bottle caps float whimsically about the capsule and you see a young pilot opening another beer. She waves enthusiastically at you, oblivious to any danger or how her ship's systems actually work. "NOOB!" You utter as you wave back and pass on the left.&a