Meeting with a ghost.

[SothaSil]

"Well yeah, it seems they're gone, and we survived with just a tiny hull breach.", Vlad stood up from his console and grabbed a beer.
"Alright, well done, as every time. Get us closer into that debris field, I don't want to attract more attention then necessary.", another man, sitting on a chair in the middle of the bridge ordered to hide the Scylla. As always, sooner or later, they got caught pirating. Exchanged some fire with the Liberty Navy, then ran off and hide.
They floated through the debris, waiting for the situation to cool down and return to a safe dock.
Suddenly some lights flashed on a console, indicating that the sensors picked up something.
Vlad put his beer aside and investigated the strange signals. "Boss, there is some kind of strange radiation around here, and I'm sure it's not our leaking reactor core."
The other man went over to Vlad, taking a closer look at the sensors reading. "Never have seen anything like that before. Where does it come from?"
"Not sure, the interference is pretty strong, makes it hard to locate the source. Maybe I could..."
Before he could end his sentence, the helmsman interrupted him, pointing on the big screen in front of the bridge.
Vlad and the other one turned around. "Oh crap...turn around, and get the hell out of here!", he shouted while staring at the big dreadnought with flashing lights around it that just appeared in front of them.
"Wait...", Vlad said, "it's not doing anything. And those lights don't come from that ship. I cannot even scan that ship, too much ion activity."
"Actually it looks pretty dead...abandoned. Helm, get us closer, so we can see the ship's name. Maybe our database has some information... and try to hail them."
The Scylla went closer, just close enough to read the painted name on the hull, but keeping enough distance to not get into contact with the strange radiation.
Vlad went over the ship with a short range scanner. "They do not respond...but I have found the name...it's the Colossus."
Exspes stood up and lighted a cigar: "Timothy Hawk...", he spoke to himself, considering if he should try to board that ship to find out what happened or if he just should leave and don't ask further questions.