There were bodies inside.
Or rather, what remained of them. They lay in their bunks and slumped against the walls, and some sat in chairs at the controls of the ship's bridge, but there was nothing left of them now except bones and the tattered remains of old uniforms.
Several of the cadets looked away from the displays, and one of the girls near the front put a hand over her mouth.
The boarding team scanned the remains.
"Commander," one of them reported, "preliminary scan indicates the crew has been dead for over two hundred years."
A murmur ran through the command center.
"Two hundred?" Naysha asked. "I thought the ship was supposed to be old."
The commander turned at Naysha's words. "Who here can tell me why it appears the victims are only so old?"
Jason slowly raised his hand.
