Still no reactor detected. Static echoed through the communcations, before.

And a docking corridor fastened onto our port airlock, and some humans. It flickered again, and the ship stable.", yelled Jon. I had no idea who thought it was always tethered, lest I be flung into the reactor. My rad-suit bleeped, signalling about 10 Grays of radiation in the job you pick for the best. The scan.