Good morning, starshine

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For some time, the small ship sat inert, resting on the surface of a barren, pitted moon. There was no pilot to tell it where to go and no crew to repair its damaged systems. Whoever had left it here had left only some auxiliary systems running: enough for minimum life support, but that was all.

So it waited. For a recovery team from the Federation, for an opportunistic salvage team, for anyone who might choose to come and collect it.