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                "Is it safe for us to emerge?" Hunter asked. His head continued to ring from the silence surrounding them. Inside the suit, every inch of his body itched. The need to scratch was unbearable.
                "Uhh, yeah. It's just under a hundred urgs here."
                "What about outside?"
                He watched as she paused. She finally shook her head. "I can't get anything beyond the hull. Guess the storm's messing with the readings, or the ship is damping them."
                Once Hunter released his aura, he let go of her. She stepped away from him as their suits automatically turned on their external lights inside the totally dark interior. The place was empty.
                "Well, they said they'd lost all power." He checked his outer temperature gauge. Minus two hundred. It was damn cold. On the positive side, however, the itch was subsiding.
                Sender walked around their confines. "This looks like some kind of trawler."
                "If it is, it would explain why the storm can't penetrate the hull. Trawlers are built to withstand any outside interference."
                "Why is that?" Sender asked.
                "Because of the cargo they could be carrying. In the event they encounter some sort of phenomena that could set off or destroy their payload, the hulls are built to counteract, or in some cases reflect, the effect."
                "We're inside a cargo bay, then?"
                "We're inside the first place I could find that was big enough to hold us. But, yeah, it looks like an empty cargo bay." Hunter pointed toward an inner hatch. "Let's go see if we can find its crew."
                Sender opened the hatch. Hunter remained within arm's distance of the petite woman in the event they encountered something life-threatening. He may not be able to pop them out of the ship, but at least he could take her to another section that was more safe.
                Sender turned on her outer mic. "Hello? We're the Guardians. We're here to rescue you."
                Hunter picked up a thin piece of metal tubing and began hammering on the wall. The booming sound echoed with a thunderous roll. Once the noise died away, they waited to see if they could detect anything that would indicate someone was heading their way, but they heard nothing.
                "Let's keep going," Hunter suggested. "They could be camping out in a different part of the ship."
                "What part is the question. This is a big momma of a ship!" Sender quipped.
                They continued down a long corridor. Hunter mentally mapped the interior as he tried to get some idea as to the makeup of the trawler. If memory served him correct regarding what he'd learned in the past about these heavy load carriers, the bridge should be one level up from the bay. But in this instance, there was no telling how badly the ship had been damaged in the crash. Its whole infrastructure could be different.
                They came upon a ladder and a narrow interconnecting tube running vertically next to it. Sender took a step toward the tube when he grabbed her belt and pulled her away.
                "If the power's out, the tube would be a straight plunge into the bowels of the ship. That could be a thirty or forty meter drop. We take the ladder."
                "Which way?"
                "Up."
                She paused a moment, then looked back at him. "Why don't you pop into that invisible bubble of yours and go seek out where these people are? It would save us some time."
                He had already thought about it, but their too-close encounter with the storm had affected his internal gyroscope, and he told her, "I could accidentally venture back outside the ship without knowing it