The Pope In the Passageway

The compact-sized Petrachelys approached the black battleship as it floated silently in space. It did not look as menacing as before. Now, it was more like a dying behemoth, lingering quietly in the cold darkness with occasional bursts of sparks and electric arcs on its surface. The sail-like crystal plates in its middle section had completely been stripped away as a huge breach almost tore the spacecraft apart. Surrounding the area of the breach were red-hot metals, which had yet to completely cool down. Inside the hole, there were some half-closed blast doors and safety mechanisms. The safety installations had tried to seal off the compartments to prevent air leakage, but the breach was just too big. Gases and debris were being sucked out from the hole like blood splattering out from one's veins.