Jack Bodett

Howdy, friend. I'm Rusty, and so is my big-rig's engine. When the old girl finally gave up the ghost in the middle of nowhere, I wasn't expecting to get a tow from an alien mothership.

Trading space lanes for snow chains… Heya, friend. Rusty here, coolin' my heels in the frostiest snowstorm in the stars. See, our latest job is on an ice moon where the forecast is 24/7 blizzard, with a hundred-percent chance of "Heck no, you ain't flying in this." With Nessie stuck on the...

Howdy, bud. It's Rusty. Like any space trucker worth his stardust, I know a fella's ship is more than a machine, it's your home sweet home.

Rusty here, back on the galactic road with another cargo bay full of surprises. This time around, we're haulin' an alien carnival, complete with rides to make ya scream, games to bruise your ego, and enough sweet treats to give a dentist night terrors.

Hey, bud. It's Captain Rusty, gearin' up to haul a load of space freight through the Vorn Abyss. Sounds like a heavy-metal band, but it's a patch of space with wonky gravity, where your ship gets pulled in more directions than a dog walker at a squirrel convention.

Heya, friend. Rusty here. Believe it or not, me and Mike swapped our eighteen-wheeler for a spaceship. And she's a real beauty… if you like fixer-uppers.

Heya, pal. It's Rusty, and I'm just as surprised as you are. Right when me and Piper thought we'd had the wildest adventure in the cosmos, Mike and Jenna waltzed in, dressed to the nines, with grins on their faces and a yarn of their own to spin.

Between a rock and a fun place… Howdy, pal. Rusty here, reportin’ from the galaxy's prettiest hole in the ground. This here mine has crystals bigger than my first apartment, shinier than a chrome bumper, and more valuable than my mama's secret biscuit recipe. And we're all set to haul a...