Locke entered the space-hatch eyeing her zero-grav suit. After a once over, she punched the comm-box on the wall,
“Frosty, have we any idea of the conditions over there?”
There was a crackle, “Not one. Since docking, we have limited scanning, but it’s all inconclusive. I wouldn’t trust these readings as far as I could throw the russian!”
Karapov sniffed, and slipped on his zero-grav suit.
“Fine. We’ll go in heavy.” Locke switched the comms off, and opened a locker. She eyed the doc and Frosbeld’s suit, “You’ll fit in this. You may be a little small for it tho,” she tossed the suit at his feet.
“Aye aye, cap’n!” sighed the doc, “What is going on anyways.”
“Just put the suit on!” Locke stripped to her undershirt and shorts and pulled her ZG over her shoulder.”
“I should know what i’m getting myself into here!” Morris admonished.
Karapanov said, “We’ve docked with a derelict 20 years old. Scans see nothing. She’s a ghost.”
Locke shot, “Frankly, we don’t know what’s going on! So suit up, and keep quiet!”