It took a fair bit of guesswork and countless hours of brain-dead searching but in the end the love-birds paid for themselves countless times over when they announced they'd found it over the video link-up. I do believe Misaka got a bit jealous of the thanks Fumika got when she returned, a big fat bear hug and hearty smooch. So maybe I overdid it a bit, but this hulk has great potential in for me.
The next hurdle is getting it home. I sent a bulletin out to the job boards in Liberty looking for a heavy lifter. Hopefully that gets me a ship else I might have to buy one myself. That would be a pain.
It really isn't in as bad a condition as I was expecting. I mean, sure, it has a few holes in it and will need new engines and computer matrix, but it's nothing us Junkers can't handle. I reckon the boys at Vieques could get this thing stripped to the bone ready for refit in a month or two. I'm amazed the Rogues actually left it out here. Their loss, I suppose.
Without ruining the happy mood too much, it must be said before any movement happens the bodies of the men inside must be handled. I haven't checked yet, but I can only imagine there will be a gruesome find.
Bodies do not decompose in a frozen vacuum, after all. I didn't tell the others this but I had a few dozen wooden boxes stowed on board before we left Liberty. I wrote "Crewman of the Rogue Cruiser Maelstrom" on them with a stencil and pressure pack. The coffins will be delivered into space together. Nothing great, but even pirates deserve to be sent off with some dignity. About as much dignity as someone like me can produce, anyway.
With that in mind, we will retire here tonight. Spacewalk tomorrow to investigate the ship. Skipping breakfast.