The Lor was in a state of severe disrepair, and required a major ton of repairs, and Magolor had no idea where to start, and she was running on reserve power. Eventually, after a bit of searching through some files, he managed to find a potential location of a power source, before the last of the Lor's power went out.

After searching deep into the abandoned wreckage of the lost city, he encountered a large room, full of these glowing spheres, and a deactivated machine. The shimmering orbs were exactly like what was in the Lor's databank, so these must be it!

Counting them up, he counted about a hundred of them or so. Gathering as many of them as he could, he made his way towards the exit, stopping upon hearing a whirring sound. Turning around, he nearly dropped his cache from fear. The blue mech in the corner had activated, and was staring right at him. Then it began to move.

"Intruder detected: Assessment; Thief. Attack mode; Engaged."

Magolor then decided now would be a good time to run.

After a whole three hours of running, he'd finally managed to escape the dreaded drone, of course, not without sustaining severe damage, not like he noticed though, he had more important things on his mind.

Dragging himself into the cave, he began to feel his exhaustion catching up with him. Nearly crawling his way into the Lor, he managed to put some of the energy spheres in the fuel tank, before collapsing from the damage sustained.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he did notice something different. The lights were on, and the air less suffocating. Getting up, he cringed at the amount of blood that surrounded him. Sure, it wasn't a lethal amount, but he still felt nauseous from last night's escapade. He then also noticed how hungry he was. Stumbling into a random room, he found what appears to be some sort of spinning machine.

"You might want to wash your clothes, they are covered in blood."

Magolor jumped at the voice, and spun around, trying to find its source.

"My apologies for that, I did not mean to frighten you."

"WHO ARE YOU!?"

"I am the Lor Starcutter, more specifically, the ai of this ship, coded with the most advanced programming known at the time of my creation."

He stood still for a moment, before breaking out into manic laughter, "Oh, this- this is just perfect! I was beginning to get lonely, thank Void for this, a talking boat! Ahahahaha!"

"Seriously, go to the medical bay, your rapid movements have reopened the barely scabbed over wounds you sustained."

"Well where the hell is it!?"

She then directed him to said bay.

After being properly bandaged up, the Lor then guided him to what could be called the "kitchen", and instructed him on how to use this "food maker thingy".

"So it just... makes food?"

"In layman's terms, yes."

"Swag."

The food wasn't that bad.