To the cell

Through the corridors of the once-magnificent Battle Dragon capital ship they escort him. Faded emblems and cracked screens abound, bulkheads scuffed and warped by probably a century or more of ****. The vessel is in formidable working order, no mistake, but even the Hapan fixation on beauty cannot defeat the ravages of time. Despite their efforts, they are a crippled civilization like the rest, clinging to pretenses of wealth and glory.

"Here," one of her captors intones simply as a cell door rushes open to accept him. Thrumming through the hull, she can hear the spooling of the hyperdrive, and is left to idly wonder what fate awaits at Hapes.