Open Space and Hyperspace

*Ellie gave a small grin when Erik enteredthe cockpit and voiced his complaints about her ship. She could both hear and feel his frustration through the force as he battled with the gunship.* "I don't know. This old ship has never given me to much trouble before. Maybe she doesn't like the way you poke and prod at her." *She finished readjusting their course when the ships short ranged sensors picked up a signal. Ellie raised an eyebrow in curiosity as she checked what it was.* "A distress signal? Looks like it's from a private vessel. I say we check it out." *She didn't wait for an answer. Instead she turned the vessel towards the signal before making the short jump to its source.*

*The Gladiator dropped out of hyperspace almost on top of the distress signals location. Before them was the remains of a J-type star skiff. Gouges and holes peppered the side ofnits hull, looks wounds on a great beast. The right wing had been completely sheered off and slowly drifted away. Sensors on board the Gladiator said that the ships engines and power were dying. This was a recent attack. Ellie's eyes slowly scanned the vessel, there was something the ships scanners weren't telling them and she could feel it.* "There's something on that ship."

Erik continued to laugh at Ellie's comments about the ship not liking him, although that was cut short as the distress signal cropped up. He was barely able to hold on and brace himself before the ship made a short to the signal. Silencing a few curses that came to mind he took a look at the ship out the viewport and studied a few sensor readings. It seemed like the ship still had a little power but it wasn't likely to last long, double checking the seals of his armor, he's about to go to the back of the ship for his makeshift life support ystem when his companion announces that there is something on the ship. Something as in former crew, or something as in a crazed space monster that killed the whole crew? Because those would require some very different preparations on our part,

*Ellie never took her eyes off the skiff when Erik asked what kind of something.* "I'm not sure. So there's only one way to find out." *She brought the engines to a low burn, urging the ship slowly forward. Ellie gave Ami a quick glance as she entered the cockpit.* "Other than it being a wreck, not sure. We picked up its distress signal further back. So here we are." *She decreased the ships speed till they were directly over the skiff.*

“Calm your Beskar, Erik, ” said Amy, appearing behind him, her protective face mask hiding her features, though her tone seemed of mild amusement and camaraderie. There was a near-translucent glow around her body, indicating she was using a life-support force field, a somewhat riskier but less bulky means of surviving the vacuum of space. “I'm coming with, give you cover.”

Pulling himself through the airlock he moves through to drop into the barely functional artificial gravity of the skiff landing harder than intended, having not expected the sudden gravity. He managed not to fall face first onto the deck, but it was far from a graceful transition. I meant to do that. He said through the comms, obviously joking. With a few blinks he lit the headlamps on his helmet, scanning both sides of the seemingly empty corridor leading away from the airlock. Seems clear so far.

*Ellie rolled her eyes at Erik and his comment. They weren't even completely on the ship yet and they already almost had a man down. She activated the lights on her helmet and made her way deeper into the derelict vessel. There was something here, she didn't need the bioscanner to tell her that. Something dark was clawing at her from the shadows. Whatever it was, she couldn't pick it up in the force.* Let's just be careful, alright? Ami's right, there's definitely something here. I can sense it though.

*The inside of the ship was just as bad as the outside. Carbon scouring and battle damage lined the halls. There was one thing Ellie didn't see.* Where are the bodies? *There were no remains anywhere. Had whoever attacked this ship taken them with them? She came to a stop when the passage way split into two. One went up towards the cockpit and common area. The second went down towards storage.* So. Do we split up? Or do we take more time and stick together?

“Safer if we stay together,” said Amy, “I've got a bad feelin' about this.”

There was a building sense of dread in her gut, and it wasn't the dark interiors of the ship, or the mysterious circumstances surrounding whatever they could see before them. Yes, there were signs of battle, but no bodies, no definitive readings, and out here, in the middle of nowhere. Even the bravest souls would be foolish to think they could face the unknown unprepared. Amy studied the marks for a while, then glanced at Erik and Ellie.

“Either of you ever heard of th' Leviathans?”

*Ellie bit back a retort when Erik used the term space magic. Figuring her time was better spent searching the ship. Cautiously, she lead them up towards the cockpit. Her lightsaber held in front of her like a makeshift glow rod. Something about this was strange, she could sense something, but nothing at all at the same time. She didn't turn to face Ami when she answered her question.* "I have heard of the leviathan. Both of them, actually. The pirate vessel that lurks in deep space, devouring any ship unlucky enough to get caught in its path. I also know of the beast it's named after. Lives in the mae and is large enough to crush a star destroyer." *She paused momentarily before finally asking.* "Why do you ask?"

Oh great, ancient Sith beasts that destroy star destroyers. That's certainly what the Mandalorian Mechanic wanted to hear about while walking through the dark corridors of a powerless ship with only two companions and no one who would notice if they suddenly went missing. Gripping his blaster just a little bit harder he swung the headlamps of his helmet around behind them trying to be as attentive as humanly possible, but really just making himself jump at every little shadow, nearly discharging his blaster twice before stopping himself as his logical mind caught up to his reactions. "I know I'm supposed to be the big hulking scary armored warrior in this scenario, but if we're up against something like that I've gotta say my vote is for returning to the ship and getting very far away from here." His statement was delivered through his suit's systems in an only half joking manner, as he's unable to fully keep the growing fear out of his voice as he continues following the two women further into the ship.