derelict ship

I woke to the sound of something scraping violently against metal. For several seconds, I didn't understand where I was. I lay still in the unfamiliar bed, staring into darkness as another deep shudder passed through the ship. The vibration traveled through the mattress and into my bones...

A distress signal is a promise of rescue. Sometimes, it is also an invitation for trouble. A transport vessel carrying a small cache of valuable tibanna reserves and critical components disappeared during a routine hyperspace transit. No wreckage was found. No survivors were located. Until now...