[Volume 1] Nothing to Lose: Enter Sigma

We see MONDO’S space tavern from the outside.

SIGMA: “C’mon, Spike. You gotta have something good for me, yeah?”

We then see SIGMA standing in front of the bounty dispatch window. SPIKE glares at SIGMA from behind the counter of the bounty dispatch.

SPIKE: “Ya haven’t bagged a single one of the last five contracts I gave ya, Sigma. I’m not letting any more go to ya if you’re not gonna prove to me you’re reliable.”

SIGMA: “It—it’s not my fault! It’s…it’s bad luck.

SPIKE: “Uh huh.”

Cutaway to several failures on Sigma’s part, his marks either fleeing or being bagged by other bounty hunters or whatever.

SIGMA: "Bad...timing..."

SPIKE: "Mhm."

SIGMA: "Bad...uh..."

SPIKE: "Bad bounty huntin'."

We cut back to the bounty window, looking out through toward SIGMA.

SIGMA: “Seriously, Spike…I need this.”

SPIKE: “I got nothin’, kid. Take a hike."

SPIKE reaches up to the top of the window.

"Nothin' personal, y'know. It's just...well, you. You're not...great. Now go build that resume.”

SPIKE shutters the bounty dispatch window.

We then cut to the interior of [MONDO'S], where we see SIGMA, among many other patrons, sitting at the bar.

MONDO: “Sig, buddy…I’m happy to keep servin’ ya, but there’s only so far in the red I can let ya go.”

SIGMA: “It’s…it’s no good, Mondo.”

SIGMA is slumped on the bar behind which stands MONDO, drying a glass with two of his arms and pouring another with his other two. He looks at Sig with a raised eyebrow.

SIGMA: “Being a bounty hunter is all I've got. If I can't even do this...what good am I?"