Silas'Megara nar Moreh curled his face into a frown as he looked out the shuttle's viewport. 7 months ago, he, along with Rael'Zorah nar Sallen and Han'Gerrel nar Sallen set out on their Pilgrimage early, considering their ages. In those 7 months, they had not come anywhere close to finding what they were going to bring back as a gift to the Migrant Fleet. The three had drifted from odd job to odder job, never really maintaining stability for more than a few weeks. In the last job, the trio had procured a former Turian Shuttle, scrapped because of its unreliable Eezo core. As the ship lurched once more, Silas understood why the Turians had scrapped it. It was, in all practicalities, a deathtrap.

Zael slapped the shuttles controls from his position in the Pilot's chair, spouting several choice words at the aged ship. Silas chuckled to himself as he looked over to Han'Gerrel, sleeping quietly on the shuttles rusted floor. Silas sat up in the comm officer's chair, attempting to see an ETA to the Mass Relay. Rael's hooded head blocked his view. The pilot was humming a half forgotten tune from the Flotilla, off pitch but blissfully unaware of the fact. Silas cringed as he looked back out into the abyss

He sighed to himself as he saw the endless possibilities of the Pylos Nebula taunting him. Just as he began to drift into sleep, a light on the monitor began beeping. Silas' face furrowed even more behind his mask. Though he was unparalleled in his mechanical expertise, Silas was the weakest among the group when it came to interpreting alien displays.

"Ancestors," He cursed quietly under his breath, " Rael, could you come over here? I can't make heads or tails of this system," Silas continued louder than before.

" Sure, what is the probl-" Rael stumbled over Han as he came to the station. "Bosh'tet! Han, could you at least try to choose a logical place to sleep?! Sorry Silas, where was I?"

"You were coming to help me, Rael." Silas replied, slightly annoyed at the two's clumsiness.

" Ah yes…" Rael's eyes darted across the screen from behind his visor "..um, Okay, it appears that we have picked up a not-so-derelict ship on sensors, should not be anything to worry abo-" Something on the screen stopped Rael.

"What is it?"

"This ship doesn't seem to possess a Element Zero core, or if it did, the Eezo must have deteriorated." Han spoke over Rael's shoulder. He paused to think as the other two turned around to face him. A thought popped into the gung-ho quarian's head, and he started to grin wide behind his black visor.

"No. No, No, No. Nonononono! Han, I know what you are thinking! We have no idea what is on that ship!" Rael asserted, attempting to be a voice of reason, though failing marvelously.

"Ancestors, Rael, can't we at least have a little adventure? This ghost Ship, It will be exciting, just like the Yaska!" Han pleaded.

"You and I must have drastically different opinions on what counts as entertaining, we were nearly killed in that 'adventure'!"

"As I recall, it was your idea to commandeer the Yaska! C'mon Silas, you were there too, back me up on this one!" Han turned to Silas, trying to convince him.

"That was fun, Rael, you have to admit that," Silas conceded, "I vote we at least check out ship. If it's uninteresting we can leave and continue to Illium."

Rael paused as he weighed his options. They still had several more Relays before Illium. For the longest of moments, he appeared as though he was going to ignore their pleas. And then he began to laugh, a deep sonorous chuckle from the back of his throat.

"Okay, my friends, we will go check out this mystery ship of yours! Perhaps we might even catch a lucky break this time!" Rael shook his head once more before looking back to the

Rael decelerated the destitute shuttle to manageable velocities, and began an approach on the mystery ship. Silas looked through the viewport as he saw the ship slowly take up more and more of the space. The ship was obviously larger than a Frigate, but Silas was hesitant to state it as being a Cruiser. On the side of the cruiser were some letters; they appeared to be a name. The letters were lit by flood lights, ones that flickered periodically.

Αχέρων

That was the name displayed on the ships side. Silas' face twisted in confusion. Why hadn't his suit's VI translated it into Khellish Script? All races registered with the Citadel maintained language databa-

Silas cut his thoughts off as he came to a revelation. This ship must be from a species that has never contacted the Citadel.

"Um, Rael?" Silas beckoned for the elder Quarian's attention from his position towards the back of the ship. "Rael'Zorah? I think we stumbled on an adventure."