The Skipper of the aging Skyfish Space Wagon “Crow”, was a veteran of one of the last attempts at quelling the attacks on commercial star haulers, like Crow. Amply tattooed, but sporting only one ring in each of his three ears; he had been dubbed “Uncle Filthy” by space pirates, a long time ago. Only a few at corporate; and even less in the Bureau of Non-Indigenous Space Freight Forwarders; actually understood that he had been the “go to guy” for pirates and governments (off book) who wanted repairs, and more speed, maneuverability, stealth and weaponry; in this end of this arm of the galaxy.
As the bulk star haulers go, Crow was bigger than most, with the capacity of about seven of your average Hyper Haulers; which their Skippers complained were more like a space bound appliance than a starship! Built to an older standard, these Titanic Class ships had deplorable handling characteristics; but were not as her quick as their newer counterparts; especially the new Hyundai Zong class! In part, due to her mass, it took three months to slow her down in deep space. Maneuvering Crow into planetary orbit was a real trick! It took patience, skill and experience from crew and computer; which is probably why she was the last one still in existence! (Oh, the humanity!)
Crow also sported the last known operational Myriad compounded telemetric computer. But the Myriad was becoming senile, and not a little sarcastic in her old age. Her worst habit, of course; was her tendency to explode. Literally. And usually in the most difficult and inaccessible parts of the ship; and at the worst times in the crew’s work schedule, if any orders made her uncomfortable. Myriad had her advantages, though. Uncle Filthy would always pretend to not notice when the Quartermaster reported a missing podule, usually returned in the morning! The ship was actually so huge, that a few lonely, lost little asteroids had became little moons orbiting around her, and designated her a their very own planet! So this was Crow; more like a small planet than a cage!
One of the features of an old confounded computer like Myriad; was their inherent ability to detect even the weakest of transmissions in space. In space, the rules were set up many eons ago, and are very clear! Any ship upon hearing it; shall aid any distress call no matter how weak! One conspiracy theory was that the big intra Galatic Corporations; specifically, Will Haul LTD from the Other Side, had pressured the computor manufacturers to make less snsitive receivers, so they would not be interrupted in hyperspace. But the old Myriad computers could hear the cries eminating from a toy doll’s cellphone; sent by a little Walfon girl; on a nearby planet. Walfon kids were reputed to be the most adorable little cons in this arm of the Galaxy; so no one was surprised when Myriad put the Crow into the slickest orbit in memory ever achieved by a Titanic class; nor when Skipper Filthy arranged a landing party so Myriad would not explode again. It seems as though the little girl had run out of carrots for her tiger striped moon rabbit. They had plenty of carrots aboard to share, and all aboard knew better than letting Myriad hear the little girl cry!