Vermin of the Galaxy

First contact was glorious.

Emissary

She stands in the bright sunlight. The golden rays are hot, and sweat runs down her forehead. She reaches up, and adjusts her visor to block the glare. She has work to do.
After a quick search, she finds the problem. A bolt has loosened, a panel raised slightly and become stuck. Such a small thing, but there are no small problems up here.

Below her, the Earth turns.