You've been freelancing for years. Existing on the thin margin between an asteroid and a space dragon. Times have never been tougher, between the Federation's 'work from home' programs, the Romulan's 'defund the neutral zone' initiative, and the Klingon's overreaching RICO policies, something had to break.
And break it did! This time, in the right direction.
The local Orion crime lord is offering one, and only one sponsored Captain's position in her organization.
Finally! To be part of something, something bigger than yourself, real logistics train, real intel, and other Orion exclusive "stuff"!
The rules couldn't be simpler. Whoever brings home the most booty, wins. Wins, what all freelancers long for. That warm welcoming hug into the Family.
You are determined to go out there and bring home the prize! 
Because! 
Doggonit!
You're a go getter, A good person, and People don't dislike you.