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Drifter led the way down the shadowed hall. Eerie silence surrounded them as their feet clanked against the metal floor panels. The walls in this part of the ship were dingier and had a few dings here and there. The further they traveled the more Allie noticed the knocks and scrapes.
She looked up at her companion. “Does it look like something happened here?”
His own eyes darted over the area. “Yes, but what I can’t figure out. These scorch marks” He gestured to a few blackened circular spots on the walls to their right, “came from the exterior of the ship, but aren’t laser shots.”
“Do you think the Petorians were attacked?”
He shrugged. “It’s possible. That would explain why their ship is still on this planet, and so deep.”
She raised an eyebrow. “How?”
“A crash landing
