Looking out through the occasional window placed in the outer corridors of the ship, the thin man made his way towards the main deck. His clothes looked as if they had been through a fire, which was the case, because one of their few remaining energy-cells had exploded in the storage when he found some federation troops waiting to take him by surprise. The storage was now sealed off, and burned clean. The control-panel by the doors to the small bridge refused to respond when he tried to make them open, so he forced the doors apart. His joints creaking loudly before he let the doors slam shut behind him. "Hey! We need to find a station, planet or whatever. Our last supplies just burned up, and we only have five cells still working, not to mention every bloody idiot in this region is after us! And I have hundreds of corpses scattered inside the ship." Kthos'g said to his Xyrian friend. Walking to the screens monitoring the ships coordinates as well as the surrounding space. The area was far from everything, but hopefully that meant no more people would find them anytime soon. An asteroid-field had started filling the area ahead of them, though so far there were no signs of any hostile entities. The three-eyed man swiped across the screens with both hands, his eyes flowing over them.