"Thrawn would kill you if you did," Eli replied, with a smirk.

He stood up, drawing his blaster and headed for the airlock. Counting to three, he opened the passage, into the freighter.

The scene before them was one of death. The smell hit Eli first, almost making him gag. It was like a slaughterhouse, with gibs and bits of gore strewn over the floor, blood covering the walls. It was almost hard to tell they had once been human.

Eli could only hope there were survivors. Or at least, someone to interrogate. "We should try getting to the comm station. There might be a log."