“I have no idea. I’ve never seen such a shoddy ship before. How is it still even functioning?” I replied dryly.
Tabitha looked at me wide-eyed and then replied, “It must be a scavenger ship. I’ve heard about them. They bring goods of all types from one habitat to another for the lowest possible price. Many of the first-generation ships ended up getting purchased for this purpose and it was said that some of them are still out there. Scavengers have a very bad reputation for violence and I was told never to let my guard around them. There was one story about a group of rebels who asked to let them hide in their ship. The Scavengers said yes but they were not heard of or seen again. You ever hear about them?”
“No nothing. But the media and everything else were tightly controlled in my habitat so that might not mean much.”
A siren went off in the ceiling corner. We both froze. There was a scurrying sound coming from outside and instinctively we rushed behind some of the metal containers. The scurrying noise grew louder before receding away. Then the siren stopped.
I glanced at Tabitha knowingly.
“The siren is a summoning device. Come on, let’s see where they went.”
But she gripped my arm tightly.
“We have to see what’s going on. We’re not on the right ship.”
She let my arm go and nodded in agreement.
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