That alone was enough to capture Aurelian's attention.
The surrounding wrecks were dragged aside piece by piece until the whole shape of the carrier became visible again, a giant dead ship that had spent far too long buried under the remains of a battle no one living remembered.
Astra's voice reached him over the command line, and for once, there was clear satisfaction in it.
"The main structure is intact. The power system is damaged, but it can still be started."
Aurelian exhaled slowly.
"Good. Get her moving."
There was no time to admire it.
The fold space was becoming increasingly unstable now, and he could feel the change even without a direct sensor report to tell him so.
That was the frustrating part.
The graveyard still had more to offer.
By the time the carrier had been found, Aurelian's total haul from the place had already become absurd.
Six blue artifacts.
More than a hundred cyan artifacts.
Hundreds of white ones.
