Hmm, tricky, Christof. You don't feel a danger sense like the whole thing is going to blow up the moment you step aboard, and you cannot sense or see anything unusual, but you really aren't sure.
Your ships come out of hyperpsace by the stricken vessel- it's capable of carrying about a dozen people. Looks quite sophisticated too. It spins continuously, drifting from inertia in one direction, constantly and pointlessly.
Kellan looked back at Ascar. His pompous manner never ceased to grate on her nerves. She turned to Marcus. "I'll speak to Ascar. Don't wait for me - take the group and rejoin the security team. Stay close to the Viceroy. I'll be along in a just a moment." Kellan walked the few steps back to Ascar, drew herself up straight and folded her arms, trying not to sigh. "Right, Ascar. You have two minutes. Talk."