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Vessel

She avoided looking at the burnished steel walls. The last thing she wanted to see was her own battered visage. Moving from station to station, she kept all systems running. She'd hacked the captain's log, but added no entries, simply read what Thompson had written about what happened. She had regrets, but had done what was required for her survival. And now? None of it mattered any more, did it. Pretty soon she'd step into an airlock, suitless. Limited to sublight velocities, the ship would take millennia to reach its destination.

ancient derelict
shooting through the system
more human junk