Making your way into the decaying wreckage of the ship, your nose was assaulted by the smell of stale air, dust, and decay. The thing still had power, just barely, but enough to spark life into a few monitors, shooting a loop of the last few moments before the ship crashed here. The whole place was full of wrecked robots, the skeletal remains of dead aliens, sparking wires, and rust. If you were the superstitious sort, you'd have been incredibly worried some spectral figure might appear before you behind every door.
You weren't though.
Because ghosts aren't real.
You're a seasoned bounty hunter and leave ships in that sort of condition all the time, and never once have you ever been haunted, because that's not a thing. Space gangsters are a thing. Magic jerk birds making pervy armor is a thing. Energy sucking succubus aliens are a thing. Ghosts though, no. You searched that wreck top to bottom and it went just fine. And crawling back an emergency exit, you even found a new vending machine in a cliffside cave. This one had another "softwear upgrade" and it left even more of your skin exposed. You weren't even sure what you'd call what it left you with. Some sort of bathing suit? Technically it was all one piece, but there was basically just enough fabric for what felt like a string bikini bottom and a little band wrapping around from there to cover your breasts and squeeze'em together. Actually it didn't even cover them when you had that heart stopper beam going. You were trying to keep it off if you could outside here. It was super windy and your nipples were pretty sensitive. Anyway, the new suit really left nothing to the imagination. Your whole butt crack was out, your belly button, and your gills. Those, to be fair, were new. This might have been the most embarrassing form your suit had taken that you could recall, but at least it had a practical application. See, you were kind of low on fresh places to explore so far, and you still hadn't found either the actual leader of these space gangsters, or that sexy little alien you were here to grab.
So it seemed like it was time for a swim.