Sergeant Balky Rustica, Hardcore Alien Exterminator

He adjusted his pressurized helmet and set it to cleanse, the stench of ozone and singed chitin clinging to his nostrils like a bad chem flashback.

Another star-spangled sunset bled across the jagged horizon of planet designation Zyxx-7 in orbit of the star Satoru Gojo, casting long inky shadows from the rock outcroppings.

This wasn't Earth Kansas, not by a long shot. Here, on this bug-infested hellhole at the deep end of the Cosmopolitan Cosmos in the year 2376, Balky was the ultimate exterminator, a one man exosuit clad roach motel.

His armor, a patchwork of bronzium alloys and his questionable sanity, gleamed under the alien light. But the real star of the show was "The Persuader," a plasma cannon permanently grafted to his chest plate, its hungry maw humming with anticipation.

Balky cracked his knuckles, a sound like gravel crunching in a tin can, and grinned. Time to show these nasty indigenous monsters some corporate democracy, Persuader style.