AB-MaintLKR

You find yourself inside a cramped maintainance locker, as you have for most of your life. There are piles of cleaning droids awaiting repair- small disc shaped robots that slide around on the ground, sucking up any dirt and polishing the floor behind them-and next to them haphazardly strewn about are tools of all types, used in their repairs and repairs around the station.

Looking around you can't shake the feeling that there has been some kind of struggle here. There's no actual evidence of this- no blood, no weapon casings or anything like that- but still, something is amiss.

You spot a PDA lying on the small table that protrudes from the wall. You can tell from a distance it's not yours, since you'd never allow your PDA to develop a crack on the screen.