The excitement was almost palpable for a certain Syndari heading toward a certain famed, lost, recently relocated, and positively massive ship who was practically jumping up and down in her seat, the drone in her lap protesting profusely in angry whirrs and chirps with the precise translation appearing on her HUD. That, or the nitrogen oxidizers in her mask were malfunctioning and she was currently having a seizure. Either way, nothing went against the fact that Sevyn was indeed traveling toward the infamous [i]Lone Star[/i], lost only a decade earlier than today. 

Stories of its disappearance were as varied and countless as the stars, the possible secrets and treasures it held even more so. There were many schematics available for the ship, booming especially in popularity in the first few solar years that it disappeared with almost all of them naturally fake. The true schematics for the one-of-a-kind ship was a jealously guarded secret of its creators, rumored to be hidden in the ship itself with all the workers that had worked on its construction being silently killed off (or at least that was how the most popular theory went). 

Either way, Sevyn knew this was once-in-a-lifetime chance and would not spend it by concerning herself with the specifics like who her teammates were or what was she actually sent to do on the ship. All she needed to know was that they were there, and they would help her discover all there was to learn about the ship. 

Of course there was the snag of how she was supposed to actually get [i]inside[/i] the vessel, which proved to be quite the conundrum with the lack of power in the ship and the presumably extended nature of the mission. While all her teammates provided all semi-worthwhile suggestions of how to get inside, she was already getting her Ardie ready to provide a quick surface scan on the ship, but then the pilot beat her to it when he pointed out a nearby airlock that the team of ragtag misfits could enter through. Assuming that the ship used standard sizes for all its doors, the shuttle could theoretically dock with the ship. The only problem was that the docking tube for variety of shuttle that they were riding in was extremely, designed only to be used to dock with another shuttle or lifepod, which meant that correctly aligning the tube would require the skills of utmost top pilots - skills which Sevyn most certainly possessed, but perhaps not which their current pilot did if her prior experience working with United Alliance Navy single-craft pilots were anything to go by. 

Otherwise, assuming the ship worked with standard airlocks, there would be a manual latch both inside and outside that the party could open without needing any power from the ship and from there, possibly the greatest moment up until now for the Syndari. 

"Listen flyboy," she said, the flanging in her voice reverberating around the passenger bay, "if you think you can dock us with the airlock, aces! But if not, why not let me take the shuttle for a spin. You do know who I am right? Sevyn Spades? Kind of a big deal in the Syndarin systems? We'll be in and out before you know it."