Six hours? Check. I really hate exams, but I won't bitch about it here.
LeftHandofGod
The cruiser squadron started maneuvering to one of the massive, MASSIVE hundred kilometer long Trisagion classes, in search of grey goo, nanotech, and refined reality editing.
Yes, refined reality editing. They can do that, but it needs more refinement.
On the bridge of the I.S.V Shut Up, I Have Stick, Commodore "Exis" looked at the large Imperial warfleet - they could possibly do better if they were willing to put in the effort, but none of that matters now - the Imperium is gone, and they only potentially needed to worry about the other factions, right?
"So. The Imperium left an abandoned fleet here. Bets on what we'll find first?"
The last part was added in jokingly, but one certain tactical officer replied with,
"ReAlItY EdItOrS!"
The entire bridge crew chuckled as the 17th Cruiser Squadron of the Illateri Sovereignty moved around the battlefleet at a snail's pace of 0.1 c.
The Operations Officer and Navigation Officer suddenly heard a loud beep,
"Sir! Sensors are picking up Remna ( @FangTheCat ) transponders in the area!"
The Commodore strided over and his eyes drifted towards the Remna Transponders. They continued scanning after...