We dropped into normal space and knew immediately we were on a salvage and recovery operation. We were amidst an expanding cloud of debris with a broken hulk at its center: the Resolve. She’d left New Malaysia only a week before, gone to search for Woolies skulking around between systems. Apparently she’d found more Woolies than she was prepared to face.
It took us eight days to cut all of the dead out of her; then we towed the hulk back and dropped her into New Malaysia’s sun. The ship’s band did a wonderful job on the hymn. Really stirring.