Rusted walls and worn-down gratings creaked and groaned as Zoey Hunsinger made her way down the Chancer V’s central hallway. The young captain glanced up at the ceiling, spotted no less than five corrosion spots, and moved on with a shake of her head. In earlier, happier times the creaks and rust stains would have been cause for a crew health and safety meeting. Accusations over who was to blame and cheerful argument over who would have to take charge of repairing the damage would follow and eventually everyone would agree to share the responsibility of maintaining the ship. Now all she did was take a mental note of the issue and file it away at the bottom of a dozen more pressing concerns. There was no one left to debate the issue with, anyway.