Mikhail lounged about on the Madrys, her own personal junk heap. Suddenly, a flash of sparks flew out of the wall to her right. The cause of it was a tiny white spider that was currently replacing a rusty pit in the wall. Mikhail had purchased this ship for next to nothing, which was a great deal for her. It had been a foundry ship, equipped with facilities to both melt down and form sheets of metal. 

Sadly, the ship’s docking bay was currently empty as the mining droids were a LOT more expensive. Sighing, Mikhail sat up in her seat, her coat trailing after her.  Blowing the hair out of her face, Mikhail made her way to the bridge. Almost immediately, an alarm flashed across Mikhail’s vision. A message was being transmitted, and it was on the emergency frequency, the only one Mikhail left on. “Play it!” She called out. Of course, she didn’t have to do that, she could have just ordered one of her spiders to do it, but alas, sound was far better than silence. 

 The message blared across the ship’s speakers. A woman, trapped in space. Well, it didn’t matter to Mikhail. The woman stopped in her tracks though. WHat had she said? Free tech? “Drive On! Now!” Mikhail began running to the bridge, ordering her spiders to punch in the coordinates and get the engines revved up. Looking around, there was at least one spider every few feet on Mikhail’s ship, which would probably be terrifying to some as many of the lights were never on. Why would you turn the lights on if you could see in the dark?

Reaching the bridge, Mikhail’s voice rang out, “Set engines to warp! We’re heading over now!”