Its story time!

Kill Roy Cobbletop plowed down the virgin powder on the face of some unknown mountain when the Omega Class Starship buzzed by him no more than 100 feet above. He had no idea how they found him in this far corner of the galaxy on his much needed vacation, sure he was wanted in 99% of the Universe for petty crime, misdemeanors and various parking violations, but he still needed a vacation. Only in this weird dimensional plane of existence did this make Kill Roy the most wanted criminal, of course it could also be his good looks and his uncanny sense of fashion.  The Omega class starship pulled up at a 90 degree angle, which was quite impressive since it was a saucer about a half a mile in diameter.

Kill Roy slid to a halt which was easy because he was a poor skier and certainly did not deserve the virgin powder on this mountain range that had never been touched by a sentient being.  It also was not regular virgin powder, it was methane powder.  This was no normal mountain range it was volcanic, but that is why Kill Roy in his hot pink and bright yellow jump suit was housed in a Magnetic Plasmatron Bubble generated by an Omega Class Disrupter Ionizer Cheetah Z125-0.  This probably why the Omega Class Starship which it belonged on was about to suck him up in its gravity sucking device; this is what Kill Roy thought.  Kill Roy was not a whiz at tech; he usually just referred to things as whatzits or that thing or Big Jim’s Stick or my pretty shiny rock or milk chocolate or just the product code.  He thought why care how it does what it does, you should only care if it works when you squeeze the trigger or push the button or lick the tongue pad (mmmmmm...cherry).

A bluish beam shot out from the starship grabbing on to him and lifting him up from the surface of the mountain. Apparently they had not gotten the IOU note that he left when he had taken the device, obviously you can’t ski a methane volcano mountain in high gravity that would turn a pineapple into a Mai Tai without a Cheetah Z125-0.  It was his only chance to get away from his life as a petty criminal; it’s a tough life with his vast fan base.  Kill Roy had to keep up his appearances and still find time to commit minor crimes on an array of planets. But he was truly flattered by the staff of this fine star craft, they obviously were fans of his or that they really really wanted the device that happened to be worth only one or two trillion Star Bucks which incidentally translates to about one or two trillion dollars of earth currency circa 1980. What is money anyways but another form of fiat control?