the vehicles pull up outside the crashed hulk and a hulking man jumps out of the back. he hefts a light Gatling laser like it was an assault rifle, and stalks up to whoever is in charge "whoo boy, aint this just a peach of a find!" he crows, looking over the ship and the mech. "we're the tax-men, and we tax what we find. the only question is, what can you pay?"