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Thaddeus entered quietly behind everyone, he had seen a few things that needed re-adjusting on his way to the bridge. As he craned his neck over the heads of a few med-techs he saw a magnificent ship, abandoned, and from the look of a few lights on what appeared to be the engine still working. Thaddeus rubbed his beard thoughtfully.

Jacob's voice could be heard cutting through the low murmur of the crew, "Here we got a massive ship than from the looks of it is barely holding together and there is no sign of any crew on board it. What do you say, capt'n? Wanna move on or drop by and say hello to our new dead neighbors?"

"I hafta agree with Jacob here, Skipper. I see at least three dozen radiation-resistant plates out there in better condition that our newer ones. From the look o' that beauty we might be able to not only get the Dancer lookin' like home-comin' queen but make a buck or a couple thousand. With yer permission, Skipper I'd like to see if I can salvage any o' those plates."

The burly engineer winked at the med-techs after shouting over their heads, "Sorry, ma'am, 'scuse my manners."