Tough luck
Alex moved cautiously through the ship, the C- rank sword a reassuring weight in his hand.
He actually had something to defend himself with now, other than just having to rely on pure brute force to deal with all his problems.
The corridors twisted and turned, and despite the ship's enormous size, it was eerily empty.
He hadn't encountered any more aliens since the three he had dispatched near the airlock, and the silence was unsettling.
'Where is everyone?' He wondered.
On a ship of this size, there should be hundreds, if not thousands of crew members bustling about.
Yet the only signs of life he found were the four dead alien pirates he had already killed.
It felt like a ghost ship.
His first priority was to find an escape pod, but his initial search had been fruitless.