Space
"Affirmative One," Wallace replied as she threw her Hellcat into a shallow turn.
As the two Hellcats approached what Shadow had thought he had seen, they both soon discovered they had been right.
Right, and wrong.
There was something there for sure. Something big. Something dark, at least at first.
As the Hellcats closed distance quickly, the object they were going for soon revealed itself. Or rather, its origins.
It was man made. With every click they got closer, Kray could see more and more of what was a human made ship. A large ship, easily half the size of the Marco Polo.
It was dark grey, like Marco, but because it had no lighting, and had been drifting in the shadows of the Polo, it had seemed black, almost invisible.
It was a colony vessel. Or it had been once. It's hull was torn, it's engines had been ripped off, and the entire outside was scorched. It was adrift. Moving fast, but without a destination, without any control.
Lifeless. Silent.
Eerily silent.
"Holy crap Lieutenant," Wallace explaimed as her feeds transmitted a part of the hull that contained lettering. "This cannot be..."
The lettering was hardly desciferable. Vague, but readable, it stated simply:
'Vasco Da Gama'
A cold shiver ran down Kray's spine.
It was what remained of the long lost CS-3.