News came from Compos III. One of our drilling machines had accidentally killed an alien native and they threatened to shut down our operations.
I took an FTL shuttle to Compos III and learned the natives were out for blood.
"I'll handle this," I said and rushed out to meet with the aliens.
They tossed me into a cage with what looks like a T-Rex with two heads and a hundred teeth.
I don't think I'll be able to mediate myself out of this . . . !