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As he approached he could see the airlock was already open. The hatch had been twisted so that the hinges barely held the door in place. The melted burnmarks around the hinges bore the telltale signs of Amarr lasers.

He already knew what to expect even before he entered. Twisted, frozen remains of hopeful settlers, screams etched upon their faces as their last minutes of life gave them a new perspective on space. No longer the optimism of new civilizations, but panic in the knowledge that the cold darkness outside would be their last resting place.

He made his way to the command deck, as quickly as his clumsy b-grade suit would allow. Scavenging was not glamorous, but he knew what to look for.