In a region of deep space, surrounded by nothing but darkness, a single little metallic orb was floating.
It had no lights on it or markings to tie it to any known organizations or civilization.
But it was not without use.
A small fleet flew toward it, approaching it with caution, before stopping to surround the small object.
"Why do you think it stopped working, Reggy?" a voice echoed inside a helmet.
The helmet in question was attached to a man who had just walked out of the closest ship and was space-walking his way to the orb.
"I'm just the repairman, Lewis. You're the troubleshooter. Why don't you tell me?"
As he said this, he touched the orb, activating the mag boots of his space suit and sticking to it.
"Once I'm in the damned thing, I'll know what busted, and I'll be able to tell you. But until then, your guess is probably better," Reggy said, walking step by step toward a small square panel on an otherwise smooth object.
