She shuddered at the thought, it came second as every spacers worst nightmare, next to a power failure leaving them to slowly freeze to death as the heat bled out of the hull, or to asphyxiate as the oxygen recyclers ceased their function and the air slowly became toxic around them as they breathed. Shrugging, she removed her space suit, peeling it off her body to allow the cool air to bring her temperature down. Sex Aria kept one eye on her display, the map slowly expanding as her drones filled it in, the other basked in the wonder of the ancient station. With a start, Aria realised something was terribly wrong. She could go in now, find enough salvage to entice a few investors and then come back with a full crew, maybe hire a couple of dedicated transport ships and walk away with enough credits to secure a nice lifestyle for the next few hundred years, or she could spend it to hire a few salvagers like herself, fund their expeditions and hopefully make some real permanent money, enough that she could afford to live pretty for the rest of her life! Aria glanced across at the clear mirror across from the shower, the heated steam from the water flowing around the mirror but refusing to latch on to the surface,
