The Milky Way Galaxy is nothing more than a drop in the grand scale of the universe. In spite of being 100,000 light-years across and tens of thousands of light-years tall, it is not special within its own local group.

Within its own universal neighborhood, 51 more galaxies exist that are similar in size.

Within its own local supercluster, an order of approximately 100,000 galaxies exist that could be considered an equal.

Within the observable universe, lesser civilizations have calculated that approximately 100 billion galaxies are similar to their own.

Within the boundaries and rules of this conceivable space, on the highest precipice of civilization, they precisely know and could easily reduce or increase that number.

The Milky Way Galaxy is not special by any stretch of the imagination. Within its own local group of galaxies, its closest neighbor is the Andromeda Galaxy, about 2.5 million light-years away. Being so far away, culturally, the two galaxies are more similar than different. Tens of civilizations banded together to establish galactic communities, hundreds upon thousands more that are isolated or developing, and on the other side another band of civilizations believe they are the masters of their own piece of space.

Beyond these two neighbors, beyond their own local group, and perhaps even further than the boundaries of the observable universe, a mysterious massive vessel had long breached the fundamental logic and understanding of what should be possible. By observing this unknown entity, and with attempts of mapping its pathing, there was no evidence that it had utilized a warp drive, hyper drive, or anything similar, to travel. Its true mode of space travel could only be described as just traveling, or driving. 

Even the highest authorities that survey the existing cosmos had no idea where this specific vessel came from or could fathom its purpose. The idea that this massive spaceship came from a galaxy hidden within their own watch or it came from outside the observable boundaries were equally terrifying.

The speed it traversed could only be theorized as massively faster-than-light by instruments or observers who could see the phenomenon on display. The only reason why anyone figured out it existed was because the vessel decided to slow down sometimes and one of the observers saw it in the past. The observers were awestruck by the energy stability this ship maintained, as, in spite of traversing a low-estimated thousands of light-years in seconds, nothing was destroyed by the vessel’s mere presence. The fact that none of them ever detected such a concentrated amount of energy traveling across their domain was worrying enough.

Due to the circumstances around this mysterious spaceship, the highest levels of civilization attempted to make contact with it, under the hopeful assumption that the possible billions-containing colony ship was willing to talk. In part of the fact that the higher echelons of the Universe were certain their signals could not catch the ship, they shot their signals into the void like their ancestors.

After shooting off a countless amount of messages, for once, the mysterious vessel stopped in its tracks.

For once, the observers could actually have a solid picture of this ship.

For once, they received the one and only message that was perfectly translated into their language.

“Please, go away.”

Automatically after the message, their entire IT infrastructure was hit with one of the largest DDoS attacks they have ever seen. Everything was slowed down, no one could do anything, and even their AI processors could not keep up to handle the overload.

Immediately after this attack, the vessel suddenly disappeared. Like the other times, it did not open a portal or wormhole, but just traveled so fast it went past the capability of the finest tools of the universe.

In spite of causing a ruckus across the universe, the occupants of this vessel were not billions of aliens trying to find a new home or a society of war-hungry travelers. In reality, it was a slightly-messy ship that was manned by a single woman with a small doll maid as her companion.  The vessel they maintained was considered a recreational vehicle by the standards of this woman’s civilization.

The human-like woman was named Ina Suler. Relative to her people, she was 6'6 feet tall, pale-skinned, with long messy Auburn-hair and possessed dull green eyes. She wore a white crop top that reliably contained her ample chest, a simple pair of tan shorts, white slippers and a tan coat.

The human-like android maid was named Dasa, and eventually received the surname Dultwic. Relative to her models, she was 3 inches tall and designed with albinism in mind. She had a white short hime-cut hairstyle, glassy red eyes, and near-completely white skin. She wore a simplified white and red maid outfit that had tiny trinkets adorned on her chest like medals. Below, she wore white Mary Jane's and long white socks.

These two were traveling the universe together on a simple quest; find inspiration for Ina’s Suler’s writing projects. It did not matter if it was for a fanfiction, novel, film, or anything in-between, the woman needed to feed the machinations of her mind to put anything into her computer.

To Ina, her romp across the universe was basically just a harmless road trip to take in the sights. When her computer kept receiving the messages of the Universe’s highest authorities, she considered it spam and sent a straightforward message to tell them off. Unfortunately for both parties, because Ina’s quantum computer operated at a level beyond even the Universe’s best systems, the translation of that simple message was not compressed or decrypted properly, and essentially served as the mother of all zip bombs.

The incidental harm Ina caused was beyond her knowledge, and she decided to escape from the observer’s sights by hiding away at a random lesser galaxy. Using a scanner and her maid’s input, she decided to use the Milky Way Galaxy as her temporary parking spot.

Before she established herself inside the Galaxy, Ina intentionally slowed her ship down significantly and turned down the power output to prevent wiping out the power grids of entire planets. With aid from her maid and onboard AI assistant, they quickly figured out the existing galactic communities that popped up around the Milky Way. Miraculously, despite being in the same galaxy, these communities had the potential to communicate with one another, yet managed to be isolated within their own part of the cosmos.

Completely ignoring the isolated or developing planets, Ina’s computer translated their different common languages and began to manipulate the different communities at the same time.

Acting as an up-and-coming writer, Ina grabbed her old finished books and scripts and sent them out as if they were new. Due to the sheer volume of material she had on hand, the young woman had plenty of time to get out of her writing rut as her work gets exposed to new eyes from the perspective of a developing galaxy.

Then, just like that, the two women fell into a routine.

During one of their usual days traveling through space, the palm-sized maid was undergoing a battery of chores. Everything from picking up and sanitizing discarded clothes, removing stains on the deck, disintegrating debris, to cleaning up Ina's body while she was attempting to write new material on her quantum computer.

She ran a full diagnostic of the vessel to make sure no unwanted visitors somehow managed to survive her cleaning. The maid even kept track of the navigation systems to ensure they were not out of calibration. 

Thus, the perceived workday ended. Sometimes the experience gets shaken up by Ina utilizing Dasa's static electrical capabilities as a massage tool, or maybe Dasa has to instruct Ina how to cook her own meals for personal development.

Life inside the ship was a time chamber. Some of the only consistent breaks in monotony was the small android and the messy auburn-haired woman watching movies together. Most of the time, Ina just talks about her favorite books and authors to her maid. Even if Dasa had no idea what Ina was rambling about, she still listened without fail.

Despite her recent trip across the universe, all the reviews of her old material and speaking to several unsuspecting aliens, the young woman still had writer's block. As a last resort, Ina decided to break out her muse maker. Heading straight to the kitchen, she reached into the upper cupboard. In her hands were a shot glass and a reused alcohol bottle that had ‘carbonaceous chondrites meteorites alcohol’ written in tiny, steady letters.

Returning back to her workstation, the maid happened to be sitting next to the mouse. The two stared directly into each other's eyes, and gave a mutual nod at each other.

Ina popped the end of the bottle, releasing a powerful odor so concentrated that it immediately set off the atmosphere monitoring alarms. With the same urgency, Dasa swiftly went off to fix the issue.

The woman stared at the bottle with a mix of abject fear and disgust. The unknown proof of their science project invaded her nostrils. When Ina began to pour a shot, the smell intensified. The concoction was already sending her soul to the land of drunken dreams. 

By some miracle, she firmly placed the bottle down, resealed it, then glanced at the clear-death sitting inside the glass. The tall woman's eyes watered; all the nerves in her body and the ancient mechanisms lying dormant in her brain screamed in protest against drinking the meteor alcohol.

Ina's thoughts were given some respite when the atmosphere control limits were adjusted. Hopping back up to the workstation, Dasa wordlessly approached the shot glass then submerged herself in the drink.

After a few moments, the android absorbed both the fluid and the airborne particulates from the alcohol. When Ina was able to breathe again, she wiped off her tears using her sleeve then rested her arms on the desk.

Dasa did the same thing, except she rested over the glass rim then stuck her tongue out to administer a tiny sample. Despite maintaining confidence in her maid, when the woman stuck her tongue out, the muscle was trembling like it had met its God.

The android ended up initiating the transfer. She lunged forward and placed a diluted drop of meteor alcohol in the center of Ina's tongue.

Without a single moment lost, Ina stood straight up; knocking over her maid and shot glass. Her tongue numbed immediately from the horrid taste of heavy metal. Every pore that could possibly exist on her body flared wide. Whatever water content her body consisted of had disappeared.  All the nerves, senses and her will to live had collapsed into the 10th circle of hell, with no sign of stopping.

This series of events occurred within nanoseconds. Accepting that mistakes were committed, Ina laid down against the carpeted ground and stared at the ceiling with cloudy eyes.

“Hey…Dasa.” Her speech was already slurred, yet coherent.

“Yes, Ina?” The tiny maid looked over the side and stared down at the wrecked body of her giant friend.

“Don't…don't get the blanket this time. I'll just sleep…down here again.” Dasa glanced her posture up and down.

“Ina, I recommend turning to your side.” The larger woman nodded her head, then did as requested.

“Oh…oh, you're right…thank you Dasa. I'll come back in the morning…” She passed out.

Leaving the maid to her own devices, Dasa gained access to the quantum computer then read her progress thus far.

Like her friend's hair, the folders were a rat's nest. More abandoned projects than stars in the universe, a serialization that lives and dies on the phases of alcoholism and a publisher's home life, and some of the most consistently completed works were one-off books or slash fiction.

Dasa read through the current serialization of Ina's work, and genuinely liked it. The series pertained to giant monsters. Among the work, there were even two characters shamelessly inserted reflecting them; except Ina was a scientist and Dasa was a giant combat maid fighting monsters. In this case, Dina and Idasa respectively.

Due to this discovery, Dasa ended up discovering the massive folder named ‘Didasa’ and witnessed the unholy nature of the Milky Way Galaxy's degeneracy. Despite the quiet horror crawling into her AI core, the countless fanart had inspired the small android.

Leaving the workstation, she entered the bridge and began to adjust and override the spaceship camper's navigation plan. Simultaneously, she analyzed a battery of signals that have traveled the great void of space.

Dissecting the overlapping messages blasted into space by a multitude of young civilizations, the doll searched for a specific frequency within peculiar propagation characteristics. Due to their mutual relationship with each other, the onboard AI, named Marathon, aided in the dolly's endeavor.

Eventually, she discovered four planets in short range that fell into her desired metrics. Nothing too low, or high, although it took a short while to decode all four planets’ high-frequency radios, television and radar signals.

Using a language interpreting algorithm, Dasa knew their names as Earth, Sodyka, Galiff and Meridezzi. Of the four, it was determined that Meridezzi had the closest comparable technological equivalence to the rest of the Galaxy, but only relatively. Even though their size scale was on the significantly lower end, it was enough for her personal mission.

She did note for later reference that the so-called Humans of Earth were a splitting image of Ina and her.

With their new destination to Meridezzi, Marathon was instructed by Dasa to crack into their entire internet network. Not even a second had passed since she began, and the quantum AI had already broken into both commercial and encrypted military signals that spanned the entire planet.

While analyzing the several yottabytes of information, Marathon planted a proxy of herself into the planetside systems.

“If we were not about to invade this planet, I would develop a guide for them on how to protect their infrastructure better.” Marathon had commented. During their short trip, the AI began to rant endlessly about the planet's relative technological prowess and how exposed it was to threats not associated with their master's people.

Within a minute, the maid was about to witness their recreation vehicle enter Meridezzi's perceived range of detection.