The space freighter’s interior hums with a low mechanical thrum, every surface lined with metallic panels that reflect the pale glow of overhead strip lights. The corridors are narrow, utilitarian, their walls broken by conduit lines and access hatches. Riveted plating gleams faintly with the wear of countless voyages, scratched and scuffed where crews have passed through in haste. Storage crates line the bulkheads, secured by magnetic clamps, while the recycled air carries the faint tang of ozone and oil. The control stations, built into armored consoles, give off soft beeps, their displays flickering green against the cold steel surroundings.