In the grimdark corridors of a derelict space hulk, an undead merchant with a sinister, greedy smile sets up his wares. His tattered, worn-out robes barely conceal his decaying form. His massive, tech-enhanced backpack is filled with rare and forbidden xenos artifacts and ancient weaponry. As the merchant flips a glowing, alien coin, his hollow, red eyes scan the dimly lit hallway, eager to trade his occult items with any desperate spacers willing to pay the heavy price.