El aguila ain't here to make friends—it’s here to rule the sky and steal your lunch. One minute, it's soaring like a symbol of freedom, the next, it's snatching your al pastor taco straight outta your hand and swooping back for the cerveza.
When you’re lost in the Galactic West, ridin’ a horse named Jupiter in the asteroid belt, a laserproof sidekick is all you need to stay on the straight and narrow. Fair warning.