Silence.

The vacuum of space offered no groaning death cries or occasional shocks of faulty equipment around the derelict ship. Whatever ransacked it was fast. The hatch to the airlock atop the ship was crudely torn away, and could be found a ways up, whatever "up" counted for in space. The forced entry completely depressurized the entire ship, the vessel spewing out heaps of junk from the top. Large dents in the side of the ship suggested the use of physical projectiles over more sophisticated weaponry, likely due to it's ease of use over, say, plasma cannons. Anyone that could work a plasma cannon likely wouldn't [i]need[/i] to turn to piracy.

It had been nearly a full day since the distress beacon went off, and, in this far-flung corner of the galaxy, it seemed nobody bothered to answer. A steady, shrill beeping continued to echo throughout the ship, still sending the signal. Scavengers, pirates, law enforcement, and the dangerously curious could show up at any minute, as the distress beacon begun to hit the more civilized planets further away. There could be a sudden influx of curious travellers, or none at all.

Down in the lower airlock, miraculously untouched by the scuffle and still pressurized, a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/167055-floats-in-the-breeze-space-lizard-hobo/ooc]frail looking woman with reptilian features[/url] sat, huddled in the corner, fearing whatever was next to come.