The ship finally fired into life, pulling away from the other ships, none of which even flinched in an attempt to pursue the escaping craft. "Oh god..." he said. "My dad told me rumours about those things but my mum always told me they were myths started by smugglers to avoid the authorities tracing them. But...this is real." He walked over to the viewscreen, studying the craft and visibly shaking. "I'm sorry," he said under his breath, forgetting Alsha was there. "All those people..." he grimaced. He needed to figure out where they were and fast, he had to stop thinking of those ships. He sat down behind the scanners, still visibly shaken by what he had just seen, his attempts to hide his terror failing. He was hoping she wouldn't ask him what had happened, not that he couldn't explain but he didn't want to reveal the terrfying truth. "There's got to be some hint where we are on this...computer...I don't believe it," he said, his mind taken off the ships for the moment at what he was reading, "This...there must be a mistake. This ship's sensor's are telling us that we're in the Andromeda galaxy. Even in the quickest ship in the Earth Defence Fleet it'd take 100 years and yet we've got here in a matter of hours. Probably a safe bet this ship didn't bring us here," he said, laughing nervously.