Months later

Monica Delray was a top notch detective from sector 5. She won fame by bringing down the local **** syndicates and helping smash the sudden rise of crime in the core sectors. But the young 25yr old, redheaded, petite, human wasn't exactly the star of the office. Her youth, beauty and success annoyed her fellow officers and the brass. Those misogynist pricks couldn't level with the fact that she was better then them. Which was why she was surprised to be summoned my Major Monroe for a "special assignment". Although all her hopes were quickly dashed once she left his office.

The major had explained she was needed to investigate and ensure federal compliance in some gross brothels out in the distant sectors.

Such bullshit, this is rookie level shit, I graduated top level from the academy and put the Spice Clan behind bars just for this!! I've been demoted, all because of God damn office politics. Monica thought to herself, stewing and anger.

The next morning she was off on a ship to station 27, a distant refueling station which prided itself in the galaxy's best pleasure droids. Filled with disgust and still upset, Monica eventually resolved herself to do her best, even if everything was to code and nothing illegal going on, she had better get the job done right.

The second I return to the core, I'm going to go with my clean, perfect record and complain to HR about Monroe, I know enough shit to bury him. Detective Delray arrived to station 27, dressed in the standard federal black, the tight body suit proudly displayed her badge and allowed for quick mobility, even in low-gravity situations.