“It was a derelict ship.
I stared at it. I had it magnified on the view-screen. The ship had the generic design and make of a Clan ship. A minor Clan, by the looks of it. Score marks. Darkened parts that hinted of laser fire. It had been floating for a long time.
No survivors. That I was sure. One or two months. That long in space. Dead spirits lost in the ether.”