Definitely not an auspicious design to Salim’s eyes, yet the ship bears an aged, perhaps antiquated look. The hull is a patchwork of different-colored metal, as though parts of it have been slowly replaced over many years. A shield of energy surrounds the ship so thickly Salim can almost see it as an aurora of swirling colors repelling the Corruption. A powerful mind core sits at the heart of the field, a locked and barricaded door designed to resist unauthorized influences, but Salim is certain he could break through with ease. He shoves that thought aside.
