NE Sarah looked over the edge too peering down into the craft, then looked to Jorik, “..Maybe you should go check out what’s behind that door? Just....you know in case there is some nasty space monster or pyscho killer hidden in there!” she said.
“You got some kind of death wish for our pilot, chica?” Delgado said, a bit awed by how cheerful the NE sounded saying that. Of course they were all joking around, making light of things to ease the tension but the engineer still felt unease tight in his core. He called down into the ship, “Hey, Hotshot, you find any of that and just give a shout okay? So the rest of us can get away.”
En Delgado, ENGR
”..I mean better him then us! We can still seal up this hole if something does chow down on Jorik there!” NE Sarah said.
Lt Tracy Morgan, stood there, arms crossed over her red uniform shirt listening to the back and forth. Finally she sighed and moved toward the ship and climbed in. “Let’s get a move on already. Cpt and Cmdr are going to want answers. “Ayden!” she called to one if the engineers, “Get in here and see if you can get the navigational and comm logs for this thing.”
The sandy haired engineer hauled himself up and took a seat at the console. His fingers moved across the controls as he studied them and rummaged around the paneling. He found a hook up and connected his tricorder and began to pull the requested logs.
Morgan flipped open the top of her own tricorder and began scanning the interior with the connected wand looking for any biological or chemical traces as she began searching the different compartments, cabinets, and such. Moving about the different areas.
NL Morgan and NE Ayden
Surprisingly there was not much system security. The only thing stopping the engineer from downloading the logs was a six digit password. They could probably brute force their way in without much trouble in a few minutes.
Meanwhile Morgan’s search found nothing in the cockpit or side room through the closed door that was currently alive/present, so they were alone in that regard. However, trace elements of residue around the cockpit indicating 2 maybe 3 separate bio signatures, one was definitely human. The second was definitely Orion, male or female was unknown, the third if there was such was harder to tell it might also be Orion but it was not clear given its lower residue count, which possibly indicated an older sample that may or not have been present with the first two. Checking through the compartments everything seemed cleared out, only a pair of emergency oxygen bottles for universal breathing hook ups was found in one forgotten cabinet. A few food wrappers of non-labeled nature showed someone had eaten some kind of generic dried food paste a day or so ago.
Once they would check into the side room they would find a dual pad transporter system array. The thing was currently without power, seeming having ran off a pair of emergency batteries, enough for a one way trip for one probably two people. The system did not even log transporter data, a very much simplistic hacked together affair but quite secure if one was trying to prevent a captured vessel from knowing where the user/users were going.
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