Once Slicer gets his remote fighter back onboard he heads back to his room. Once at his room Slicer opens his foot locker and grabs one of his bottles of Scotch and starts to drink. Dam ghost ships I wounder where this craft will head next to find what space has swallowed up. Maybe what ever that other pilot found will come in handy. With the burn of the Scotch going down Slicers throat he sits back on his bunk and ponders what the next move of this scout team will be.
