The Pikers' quartermaster Deoriks beckons you over with a confiding air.

"You know us, Guardian. Do you want the frontier run by a military force with Imperium ties? Or a bunch of soup that likes to gamble? Pikers are the only answer."

She leans in. "Listen, Riliks is a weird one, but they've got vision. I've never regretted joining up. I'll take this gang over any House you could name.

"We've got the best tech, the best perks, and—let's be honest here—the best company. Ride with the Pikers, Guardian. You won't regret it."