Joey couldn't find the others. The ship was quiet, except for the automated life support systems reliably doing their jobs, pumping and scrubbing the air. But... there was that smell. A smell of something organic. Something rotten. The weapons locker was full, but even in space, a cabin boy doesn't have access to blasters and vibro-sabres. But there was the fire hatchet. Even after 300 years in space, ships still need tools to put out a fire. So he took one and headed down the corridor, looking for any of the crewmen. And terrified he might find them... ================ A little something I whipped up by playing around with costumes, morphs and sets. I really had no story in mind when I started, but it came to me as I went on. Created in Daz Studio 4.9, with a little postwork in Photoshop.