Jim Raynor gave the order as soon as the battlecruisers found a clear space to manoeuvre. Wouldn't be easy to make a jump from here, but he was confident they'd be able to make a break for it. The fighter wings he had assigned began launching from their bays to join the advance scout.
The wraiths soon began their first run, circling a few miles through the drifting asteroids towards the strange super-mass, bouncing the Hyperion's scanners through their own high-powered dishes used for discovering and targeting weak points in capital ships. The Hyperion itself was leading its two brothers in, carefully, but steadily, to get within approach distance. If they had to, they'd just clear a path out, guns blazing.
"We are picking up some soil and rock mass, below," came the report. "Maybe a hollowed out asteroid?"
"Hell of an asteroid." Jim Raynor commented, watching the screen, taking the toothpick out from between his teeth.
The small wraith detachment made a sweep around it's outer hull, scanners and lights on maximum, the organic surface they revealed looking eerie and all too close to the cameras. Wraiths weren't really built for engineering work, but they were good pilots, and they were the only ones he trusted if the zerg started kicking up a fuss.
"We're picking up something, sir, but it's uh… from the interior."
"Of course it is," Jim pressed his face into his hand. "Because that's where we didn't want it."
"There seems to be a number of large openings, large enough for us to move through. Should we investigate?"
Jim paused a moment, thinking, although his mind was already made up.
"Yeah, but just make it two of you. If something happens, just fire it up. If the zerg try to close a door, we'll try to keep it open for you on this side."
"Roger that, sir."
Soon, they found it. The first images came up on screen. Buried, covered in zerg creep, but the unmistakeable engines of the Hyperion were clearly protruding through the surface of the… thing. As for the rest of it…
"Aw, man, what did they do to it?" Raynor complained. Apparently it had plunged through the surface skin and interior wall, and the entire mass simply healed up around it.
"Looks like they crashed it here, sir. Must have gotten spooked and bailed."
"Sounds about right. But did they get spooked on their own, or did something spook them? We should try to get some eyes on this. Shoot it with some of Stetmann's probes. This ship of Valerian's might not be a science vessel, but we'll see what we can tickle."