In the depths of the district station, lights were quietly blinking, monitoring all sorts of things that the Galaxy Police dealt with. All except on one terminal, back in the corner. If the outpost had not automatically run short, sharp currents of air and mini-vacuum suction to take care of such things, it would no doubt have been draped with cobweb analogues and thickly covered with dust. In one of the three small subspaces a little outpost like this rated, something was stirring. Of course, it had been stirring for a long time, but this time something was different.
Time passes oddly even in a subspace by itself.
When you get to the hypospace network that connects them, the one thing you can be sure of is that nothing traveling through it will ever get there when you expect. Long-dormant drives stirred within the thing. It reached for the energy, drinking it in. One of the lights on the terminal began to blink with a dull, beeping noise. A camera, unused for years but still in perfect working condition, moved into place to investigate.