The Vash'ya Il'fannor Va'b'shas'ka began to draw in close to the hulk, retros burning in a attempt to dock. The engagements with the Orks had been short, and the two Orca escorts devoted themselves to covering the main craft.
"This is supreme commander Kor'o Vash'ya Va'b'shas'ka. Would all first boarding stage warriors immediately move to docks. Oh and make room for Ko'tol. His warriors will bring much wealth and technology into the air caste, so anyone who protests gets their rations cut."
With his suit being pressurised and airtight Ko'tol had little trouble with space, and had merely stepped out of the airlock, having been given a temporary space based jet pack. He was pleased with the turn of events, and knew he'd end up rich or dead, the gamblers on board were giving it 50-50.
Floating through space was still interesting and dream like to Ko'tol, but he was unwilling to stall and got on in finding a door. The first door he came across was seemingly perfect, until you realised it had been welded tight by a space battle.
"I've got a problem. The doors melted into the frame, I'm going to have to get in elsewhere."
"Not on my watch, ready railguns!"
"Um, ok." muttered Ko'tol, not too happy with their insane choice of tactics. He floated away to what he hoped was a safe distance, and watched as the door, and most of the surrounding hull, was instantly ripped away by the projectile.
"Well it looks like the fire warriors might need to find another route in." said Ko'tol as he entered.
It was dark and airless, the shot destroying pretty much everything. After a short walk, using the built in light, he reached a secondary airlock. It was still functional, or at least his trailing drone, that had just moved from it's position behind and out of sight, said. A control panel was prised open, and the doors opened with a hiss of escaping air. Ko'tol entered, abandoning his now useless jet pack to automatically float into the ship.
When he emerged it was air filled, though that made little difference to him, dimly lit and artificial gravity was active. Getting full use of his legs, far more useful then a jet pack here, he ran up the corridor and opened communications.
"I'm in. There's a secondary airlock, so hook up to the hole and sort things out. A lot of working electronics, it'll be worth the journey."
"Any idea of engine condition? Warp dives are worth a hell of a lot. So are guns, and of course our shield generator has been on the blink... Oh yea, there's a few loads of other ships around. Get some communications up, we've not got the storage for more than, say, 20%. They can have the rest, as long there ain't any fighting, or they'll regret it."
Hearing the warnings of other being on-board Ko'tol activated his multi-communicator, a device that would transmit a phrase into dozens of languages and project it over onto hundreds of communication channels. At this range he could also send it to the ship for it's communication equipment to boost power.
"Hello. This is separated Tau Ko'tol. I know I'm not alone on this hulk, and I'm interested in deals and negotiations. Recommended channel for communication is included with this message."