Bzzt, Bzzt, the world glitches with a voxelated effect; cubes shake in to place and disappear, as a blue hue makes place for full color, while Logistic and Maintenance Droid 3 restarts.

LM3 begins a physical systems check. No areas of major damage detected. Limited movement in right arm and hand. Require basic maintenance.

They then try to access their data banks, bits and pieces of information are available but most of it seems to be corrupted or straight up missing.

The last recorded event is only a couple of seconds long. A woman screaming, a man yelling followed by an explosion.

LM3 tries to recollect who they where, their job, their purpose. This proofs uncharacteristically hard for the android, who usually have perfect recollection of events. However eventually they are able to piece together that they must have been part of some sort of mining outfit around the planet Triaxus.

They are currently in a an android resting pod, LM3 looks door the glass door, but it is to dirty to make out anything. They push against the glass and the door opens with a hiss.

Fragments of recollection tell them this must be the maintenance bay of their mining ship, although it looks like nobody has been here for... centuries? Everything is covered under a thick layer of dust.

Against their better judgment they try opening the automatic door to the main passageway. Nothing happens. They pry their fingers between the small slither of the heavy metal sliding doors and force the doors apart.

LM3 explorers his decrepit ship, a protocol of his "logistic and maintenance" programming springs in to place and starts making a list of everything that requires his up keep: basically everything.

They make their way to the bridge, after they pry open those doors, they are surprised by what they see. There is a huge whole, that stares right in to open space, where the mining and weapons officer used to sit.

This must have been where the explosion had taken place LM3 thinks to them selves. They take moment to take in the destroyed room, a bunch of the tinniest slivers of memories of a time long ago, when the bridge was still heavily used, come back to them. He must have been a part of the crew for a while. They try using the coms, but obviously they don't work.

They search the rest of the ship, trying to find out what happened to the crew, how long they have been out, or anything really, but after an hour or two they don't learn anything useful.

Over the next few days they scramble together a bunch of electronics, and build a device that should sent out a distress signal. But they have little hope of somebody coming to their rescue, an old android stuck on a ship.