The vast empty space was desolate and cruel. Endless, like an uncaring void

Yet among it, stood your spacecraft, slowly drifting into nothingness. The sleek and elegant white design of the Penrose 512, waltzing among the stars and planets in emptiness.

Despite its exterior, within was the rotting corpse of technology, the interior faded and rusted, items askew and mislaid, the weakening souls onboard only so faint.

Almost 5,000 Cycles in and what had been a lively and joyous home to two, had slowly been reduced to a prison. The ship clung to the little strength and energy it had left, due past its 3,000-cycle expiry date.

It was..empty, desolate, the darkness had finally been accepted upon the ship, and at the current moment, life was barely struggling for a moment

Yet, by pure, sheer, unadulterated, raw, chance. Something...happened.

It was just the Penrose 512. For two more seconds, when suddenly with the silence of space..Something else emerged

A large white craft zipped out of space, suddenly dropping out of hyper-speed in front of the Penrose, the massive fixed-wing vehicle cutting its speed within milliseconds as the natural drag of time and space caught into it.

It was eerily silent for such a grandiose moment, or only for a moment as the remaining long-range and short-range scanners upon the Penrose lit up like a Christmas tree, every alarm sounding in the cockpit

The ship floated there for a moment, In the bridge seemed to be faint and rapid movement as what supposedly could be the crew was scrambling, suddenly one of the radio comms buzzed with some form of beeps before a voice crackled

Cpt. Relsze: "-meaning to tell me our signal(is) just buzzed theirs!? It ain't an alien craft!?"

Another voice spoke over the radio

Lt. Maria: "Well sir- It isn't any Terran craft- Doesn't match the Shipbook!"

Cpt. Relsze: "Shit...Then-..Hffh...."

There was silence for a moment

CpT. Relsze: "This is the UTCSP Interstellar Exploration Craft Magellan, is anyone receiving!?"