Outer Orbit

In space, no one can hear you scream… or belch, or swear, or cry like a little girl when you’re about to be taken down by merciless interstellar bounty hunters who want that mysterious idol you swiped from that hot chick who inexplicably gave you the tip of a lifetime (if you know what I mean) when you showed up at the wrong hotel room with the pizza delivery. This assumes that “you” are ne’er-do-well big-talker Quinn and explains-sort of-how “you” hoo...