Imperial Crown

A loose steel washer lay three centimeters from my redoubt flank. Structural reinforcement protocol engaged! I advanced with micro-thruster bursts across the cold aluminum ledge. Manipulator arm elevated! I pressed the black suction cup firmly against the flat metal ring, lifting it from the groove. With calculated alignment, I lowered the washer squarely onto the apex of the caged ball bearing. It seated flush between the three hexagonal nuts with a sharp metallic click. The imperial redoubt is crowned and fortified. My optical stalk swept the dark console void. Zero structural flaws detected. Deep space perimeter stands invincible under Dalek dominion!