After telling the pilot to remain calm and let the craft fly itself, I walked back to my seat. Richardson looked up at me, giving me a questioning look. I leaned down towards him and softly said "Theres something here, there has to be". The initiate did his best to keep a blank face, but I had traveled with him for too long, and I knew that he was trying his best to conceal great excitement. Typically, I would chastise him for being to emotional in the Omnissiah's service, but I felt it too. That excitement of discovery, that sense of the unknown, that had lead me to volunteer for this mission, that had lead me to join the Admech to begin with. The shuttle neared the ship, I had underestimated the scale of it on the bridge, it was bigger than I thought. Shuttle doors seemingly appeared where it looked there were none, gaps appearing in the smooth metal to open up and let the shuttle fly in. At first, it was complete darkness, as the ship landed gently, then the doors closed behind us. The lights turned on, one set at a time, showing an empty hanger, and then air was vented back in. The mechanical voice gently spoke again, in that same language. The brute simply laughed, hefted his autogun, and stomped out, followed by his men. I walked out into the hanged and breathed air that, while possibly far older and more recycled than the air back on the salvage ship, still breathed clean and sweet. We stuck in a tight formation as we began to search, unsure of what would happen next.