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Flux has been an interstellar courier (don't ever call her a space trucker) for most of her teenage and adult life. Interstellar couriers for the Bureau of Shipping are required to pass strenuous fitness, engineering, and honesty exams before they're sworn into their custom made Infinisuits.
The Bureau of Shipping is the most reliable entity in the galaxy but has recently seen a decrease in efficiency due to, as Flux calls it, a "Pyroclasm of Bureaucratic Nonsense."
"The Bureau of Shipping - for when it must, absolutely, get there."
Just a theory.
This is a game about an alien