It wasn’t often that Fleet Technical Guardian So’uel Bajessa was able to give his daughter anything special. True, he was part of the Dominion Fleet, and technically a warrior, but his was a more technical role, and his speciality meant he was rarely called upon to join the crew of a starship. The adventuring life was not for a satellite systems engineer, his battlefields on a far smaller and less life-threatening scale, and involving circuits and data pathways rather than warships and exchanges of weapons fire across alien landscapes, alien star-fields, and so he never had the chance to bring back a trophy of the sort you could give to a family member, and feel proud of it… until the day he carried out some routine maintenance on a minor sensor relay platform, in fairly close orbit around The LifeStar.
At the time, So’uel had been working with the civilian space division on their Orbiting Asset Survey, checking out every known artificial object in Dominion space and either carrying out whatever repairs or upgrades were needed to keep the devices operational, or decommissioning those what were no longer needed, and simply posed a hazard to navigation. Platform SR-45-A had been functioning adequately in its later years of operational life, but just before the day in question, it ceased transmitting its data quite abruptly, and it was moved up the survey list, flagged as “Requiring Urgent Attention”. As they had done dozens of times before, the Survey team moved their ship into close proximity with the faulty satellite, and used towing beams to steer it into one of the vessel’s shuttle bays, where work could be carried out safely, and in far greater comfort than a space-going environment suit would allow.
“Looks like we’ve had some kind of impact”, So’uel reported, almost immediately. “Something penetrated the outer skin, over one of the master conduits. Can’t be anything too serious – it’s a pretty small hole. Neat, too.”
“Don’t think it’ll be anything Faenri, then”, said the Survey commander, over the shuttle bay comm-link. “We had a whole sector’s worth of navigational monitors pretty much scrapped by pieces of Sisterhood starship, but they never got this deep. All the same, take care with whatever you find in there.”
“Understood, Fleet Defender”, So’uel replied. “All right – let’s see what’s stopped you ticking…”