The derelict is enormous, a galaxy-class carrier ship from centuries ago. The captain brings it up on the holoscreen, our ship a tiny dot beside it.
“There are still people there,” the client says. “Descendants of the surviving crew, fallen to barbarism.”
“Why didn’t they leave?” the captain asks.
“That ship carried fighters. Small and nimble, without hyperjump capability. In this system, there are no inhabited planets or stations. With the carrier’s engines dead, they couldn’t leave.”
“And our target?”
“In the main hangar, they bury their kings under large mounds built from debris and fighter parts.”
“And?”
“They bury them with treasure,” the client says.
The captain frowns. “Like, things they have found in the ship? Do you know what kind of things? Maybe we could try to avoid the people there and look around for-”
“No!” The client shakes his head. “That’s just stuff. But what’s in the mounds, that’s treasure!”
The captain nods. Can’t argue with that logic.
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