Anaykka
Legacy Name: Anaykka

He gave her a disbelieving look. He was a thin, scruffy-looking guy, exactly the kind of person you'd expect to find with a hood up over his face, smoking a drag on a street corner and carrying a gun in his sweatshirt pocket. Reaching up onto his controls, he turned on his intercom. "Wha' for?" he asked in a Southern drawl.

"We have reason to believe you're carrying illegal cargo, Captain," she replied, smoothing out the sleeves of her black-and-silver uniform. Her department had gotten an anonymous tip about a smuggler leaving Maldoon, and it was her duty to double-check.

He glanced first at the locked-down docking door, down at his controls, and reluctantly back at Ana. Then he stood with a grunt, switched off the intercom, and disappeared into the belly of the ship. A moment later, a ramp descended from between two of the landing wheels. The pilot was standing at the top of the ramp, waiting for her. She walked up the plank, examining the interior of the ship. It was a beat-up old thing, no doubt about that--definitely one of the older models, from the look of things. She could hear creaking throughout its structure, and a couple exposed pipes clanked here and there. As she set off down the corridor, she could've sworn she caught a whiff of a funny-smelling gas.

The pilot followed her. "I dunno whatcher 'spectin to find," he said, a little too loudly and too defensively for Ana to believe. "I ain't got nothin on this here ship but a shipment o' moonfruit for the Shreika galaxy."

She said nothing as she walked through the ship, inspecting every room she came across and opening every box, but he seemed to be right--all she could find were moonfruit, and when she asked, he proudly provided the paperwork for the shipment. "There, see?" he said. "S'all legal."

She strolled back to the door and was about to tell him he was free to go when she noticed something perculiar about one of the wide, steel floorboards: it made a hollow noise when she walked over it. She stopped, turned around, and tapped the toe of her boot against it. When she turned back to the pilot, he looked nervous. "What's under here, Captain?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothin', it's nothin'," he said. "There was some spare tires under there, tha's all. I was meanin' to buy some new ones, but..." He shrugged his shoulders.

"We'll just see about that," Ana replied. She found the handle and lifted up the floor board, throwing it aside. Crouched underneath were four creatures staring fearfully up at her. They had wide, bulbous yellow eyes like frogs, slick greenish-brown skin, and beard-like tentacles around their mouths. They all wore rags over their roughly-humanoid forms.

"Illegal immigrants from Andromeda," she said, eyebrows raised as she reached for her handcuffs. "Nice try, Han Solo. You're under arrest."