>>5343497After a moment's contemplation, you decide that whatever's in there probably isn't what you're looking for anyways.
This entrance might be slightly too "backdoor" even for you.
You begin making your way back out to the surface of the ship, but along the way all those scribbles catch your eye again.
Taken by the spirit of things, you pull the sonicator pen out of your suit's arm-mounted toolkit and engrave a little drawing of your own, straight into the metal surface.
You don't know where this ship might end up someday. Maybe just in a graveyard like this, who knows. But someday, another human might come across this little guy.
You wonder if that human will still get the reference. You wonder how much time might have passed before that happens, if it ever does. Ah well.
Making your way outside, you see that the drone ship you cut free has drifted off a fair distance by now, and as a result you're receiving a lot more heat from the glow of the surrounding nebula.
So you move into the shade of another drone ship, then make your way over to the nose of the ship, where the laser weapon pokes out.
It's pretty big, and complicated. All that shit in the maintenance tunnels is probably there just to feed this thing, and you'd be surprised if there's room for much else on the inside.
All around the outer rim of the ship's nose are what look like docking clamps, probably meant to keep the nose of the ship in place when the laser isn't in use.
Besides that and the laser itself, most of the surfaces here seem to be covered by cooling fins... which actually makes it easier to spot what you're looking for, since it's the one place that isn't covered.
Sure enough, there's an airlock there. And thankfully, not only is it powered, it even opens for you automatically.
Stepping inside, you can see through the second airlock and into the ship beyond. Like before, the hall is dimly lit by red emergency lighting, and looks very utilitarian in nature...
Fortunately though, these halls appear much less like spiderholes and more like actual hallways.
As soon as you step inside though, you immediately sense that something is off. A sense of foreboding, but one that you recognize as something more.
There's probably at least one wraith on this ship, if not more.
>Fuck it man, you've had enough demons for one day.>Fuck em, you're in goddamned power armor. You'd like to see them try.>The atmosphere in here is breathable, and you're much more nimble without the armor. Maybe it'd be easier to fight without it.>Write-In? 