Work in progress The Pillar of Autumn glided silently through space, its engines alight with blue fire. The Autumns hull was charred, battered, scorched, cratered, and blackened from plasma and meteor strikes. It's hull a dark grey color with red stripes here and there. " We were running dark yes?" He asked, more of a statement then a question. " Until we decelerated. No one could've missed the hole we tire in normal space."