You've finished your stint at the academy. The way you came in so far ahead of your class, some cadets suspected you of being a plant to spur them on. Before your first assignment, you have been given a week to unwind and recover from the intensive training program. You've decided to use this time to get away from civilization, in your single seater your dad built for you when you were fifteen.
You're out near the edge of patrolled space when you receive a distress call from a nearby travel resort. There are no details, just a desperate plea for help. Included in the message are transfer coordinates. You make a quick decision, and set your personal transporter to the coordinates you've been given. Whatever it is, it couldn't take more than a week to resolve, right?
