Alright. Failing sensors on the long-dead spaceship, we pull out ye old crowbar and yank the doors open, and god help us all. got it.

[The air finished cycling for them, airlock opening and admitting into the hangar before it closed and cycled the air out, sterilized and recycled safe air from the rest of the ship back into the tiny space. Stepping into the main hangar, he grunted and looked over the other vessel, shaking his head.]

We don't even have a clue if it's a warship or science vessel, or some blasted merchant's barge with spoiled alien meat.