Crewmembers are hovered out into the Dyson Sphere's docking arm meatmarket.

Stalls featuring exotic alien meats line the promenade Most of them look like they might belong to sentient species…

…particularly the strung up bodies of three human women, their heads spiked on metal poles as some form of advertisement…

..who happen to be the Captain, the First Officer, and the Navigator of their ship.