Galore Adrift

The derelict hulk emerged sideways from a roiling cloud of stardust in the Tomin Nebula, floating on momentum. A monstrous extravagance, decades adrift and abandoned.
“Is that *really* it?” Punter asked. The pilot gazed through the Vassar Built freighter’s viewport, then turned toward his captain. “Honestly, I thought it’d be smaller.”
“Oh, that’s it,” Kip Caspar replied with a smirk. He nodded at the ghost ship. “The Galore. The old Lord Fagin’s cruise liner. What’s left of it, anyway. You can see where Captain VanMahr’s folks blew the guts out.”
“And you think there’s something worth scavenging inside?”
Kip tilted his head and waggled his eyebrows.
Punter frowned. “Hate it when you do that.”