Mux looks at the portion of the corridor, illuminated by the flashlight he is carrying. He sees metal bulkheads, as well as exposed conduits. Two others are with him, with one of them carrying a video recording device. The surface of the corridor is caked in a layer of dust.
"It does not look like an Imperial design," Mux says into a communicator built into his helmet.
"Our scans show that this structure dates back to their time period, at least," replies Vakit, the skipper of this salvage operation. "They might have Imperial tech there."
Mux continues his search. He had been in the salvage business for over ten years, searching uncharted, uninhabited regions of the galaxy for artifacts and ruins left behind, long, long before he was born. He and his two companions searching this abandoned space station were clad in sealed suits and carrying medium-sized weapons. The salvage business is a dangerous business, after all.
There is air inside the structure, but none of the salvagers wanted to risk breathing it. The air supply in their air tanks would provide enough air for maybe three hours- at least according to the heads-up display that appears on the faceplates of their helmets.
Their footsteps echo as they walk, each echo sounding eerie. The three explorers come to a dead end.
At the end of the corridor, one of the salvagers notice a seam.
"Looks like a door, sir," he says.
"Maybe there is an access panel," says Mux. He fiddles around, and feels something attached to the bulkhead. He removes the object-a metal plate- spraying a cloud of dust.
"Jalven, can you get this open?" asks Mux.
"I'll see what I can do," replies Jalven. He holds a device with gloved hands, attaching wires to the conduits behind the open panel. Symbols appear on a small screen on the device.
They all hear a sound of things moving. The door is opening.
For a moment they wonder if the door is opening to a treasure trove, or to their doom.
But behind the door is what looks like an outdoor area.
A sky, a wooden house, trees, open ground. It looked like a farm.
"Must be some sort of hologram," says Jalven.
"You like starting the obvious, don't you?" asks Mux.
"I state things for the record."
The door to the farmhouse is opened, and a man dressed in typical farmer garb walks out.
"Excuse me," says Mux." I did not know…"
A strange sort of tingling energy surrounds him. He looks at his ciompanions, and sees that strange energy envelop them as well.
And then, they find themselves on the bridge of the ship, realizing that they had been teleported. They knew that the ancient Imperials had teleportation technology, although they had doubts this was an Imperial structure.
"Mux?" asks one of the people on the bridge.
"Skipper, I…"
"We are being scanned by a tetryon beam," says one of the bridge crew members, sitting at a console examining a screen.
"There is some sort of wave coming at us," says another crewman.
And then, the ship shakes and rumbles and rocks, and everyone is knocked about.