A twisted ruin, charred and blasted metal, with broken bodies floating in the corridors. Spheres of blood, thin and white, float through the air. In those places where the skin of the ship - far more fragile in this universe, a result of the recompilation that was forced when it came here - has not been melted away, there are thousands of small holes, clearly formed by projectiles, not lasers or other advanced weaponry, as the metal is deformed inward. In these sections, the corpses are not recognizable as such, and it is only clear that there were people within them by the fine mist that fills the rooms and halls, a byproduct of the inhabitants being shredded like cheese, or, more accurately, an orange put through a blender.
The question remains - who, or what, did this? And, more importantly, are they still nearby?
Worldboating - The Wreck of the Samiar by Connor Hallowell is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License.