Knightheart Valley

The light in the hallway revealed a large and dimply lit hallway that was littered with debris, jagged torn metal edges protruding from a metallic patterned floor. The light illuminated charred walls, and the occasional fluid leak. Dr. Wells didn’t waste any time though as he stepped through into the hatch, and he didn’t get far before he stopped seemingly dead in his tracks at a charred corpse that was clasping the wall near the hatch they had just entered.

“I think i found what was left of the crew.” He remarked.

“Well? Come on! We won’t learn anything standing here!”

Rayner was right behind Dr. Wells with a cringe. Burned alive. Not a fun fate. He flashed his hantern around; the rest of the crew exhibited a bit more hesitation as they picked their way up the hallway.

"I wonder if there are any more?" The Professor pondered aloud. He shined his hantern in the direction of a decidedly sealed door in the hallway. It didn't sound like there was anything on the other side, but there was no telling how thick the door was.

"Do your best not to touch anything, not with bare hands," Professor Evaristus called back to the others before going back to ignoring them. Some would be collecting samples of the fluids - carefully. Others would be securing pieces of debris that seemed sensical enough to.

Doreen Terrazip was most interested in the flashing light. What was it made of? What were the mechanics of it? What a fascinating place this was, she noted to herself.

Dr. Wells crept further down the corridor, he was watching the conduits on the walls and was curious as to what each of them were for.

However a cold, viscous liquid would drop from the ceiling, and likely land directly on Dr. Rayner. The liquid itself was harmless and non toxic, but smelled faintly metallic and seemed to have an unusual iridescence to it. The liquid itself seemed to drip from a ruptured high voltage conduit overhead.

The light flickered again, and Wells quickly shined his electric torch towards the source, a simple LED light recessed into the ceiling.

"This is beyond anything I have ever seen. Whoever built this void ship is likely thousands of years ahead of us technologically "

Wells nodded.

"It's a warship I wonder if it was a warrior race. What could that mean for us?"

Rayner Evaristus flinched a bit when the weird liquid dripped on him with a splat, then let out a sigh of amused defeat. It slopped down his helmet and with a plap landed on the ground between his feet.

Crouching down to get a sample of the stuff Rayner listened to Dr. Wells contemplate aloud.

"A war ship, else everything in their future is outfit for war," Rayner said with a focused distraction in his tone, small leather kit laid out on the ground. He scooped the last little bit of collectable sample to the tube- "Ah!" - and stuck a cap on the phial.

"Hopefully it means nothing for us," He all but intoned, "Nothing bad, at least."

Doreen Terrazip couldn't help but overhear the conversation between the Professor and Dr. Wells. It unsettled her.

"Where are the weapons?" She mused aloud.

There was a rattle in the distance, and another light flickered down a deep hallway. The rattle eventually gave way to a soft hum, and Dr. Wells was busy examining some kind of flat screen, touching buttons, and trying to figure out how to get the thing to turn on, or ascertain its function.

"Good question." Wells answered casting a brief glance to Doreen.

The hum increased, before there was a static crackle, and a loud pop, out of nowhere what appeared to be some kind of ghost was seen standing down the hallway.

The shimmering blue entity appeared to be a woman of some kind, and she was speaking in a strange, ancient sounding, and unknown language. Dr. Wells immediately snapped to attention and pointed to the woman.

While the uneducated would think it to be some kind of specter haunting the vessel, but slowly, Dr. Wells crept closer.

The entity continued to address them in a strange language.