Star-Lord Logbook Entry

''We've detected a ship inbound on radar, sir.''

''Don't hail them yet. Check the credentials and run a scan.''

The old man urged caution, as this was lawless space. He did not want to see his ship meet a similar fate to the Contact Light.

The scans showed their ship in abysmal condition. Severely in need of repair, barely fit for intergalactic travel even if it were shipshape. It shouldn't have been able to make the jump. 

''Captain? Scans show 3 lifeforms aboard. One human, one specimen that appears to be some species of tree, maybe a houseplant. Lastly... A raccoon? All three have extremely high bounties on their heads.''

''Pull up their files.''

As he pored over their files he had to admit that he was impressed. It seems that some space cowboys had made their way to the planet. Wanted in every sector under intergalactic law, and many others beyond. A list of captured bounty targets that would put his ship's swordsman to shame. Noted for exceptional teamwork, however... unorthodox it may be. Perfect. 

''Advise, Lieutenant. What do you believe we should do?''

''Open comms first, get some bearings on their opinion of us. If they pose a threat to the ship or mission, turn the ship into orbital debris. If not? Perhaps a job offer.''

''Agreed. Hail the ship.''

The Lieutenant presses a button on the console, and a voice rings out through the bridge, barely audible over their ship blasting old music.

''Heyyyy, what's crackalackin'? Any chance you guys are hiring? We uh, kinda really need to eat.''

The old man sighs a heavy, defeated sigh.