[@DJAtomika] [color=lightgray][i]"Optics, full scan. Repeat previous."[/i][/color]

Simon's HUD quickly began to filter through various colours as the scanners took in every detail they could. The party's entrance had disturbed the air in the previously sealed room and dust particles danced in the lights from the emergency overhead fixtures. Unlike the parts of the ship they'd seen so far the control room was virtually untouched, apart from the gun-shot control console.

Mugs of congealed beverages rested on the work surface and several pairs of overalls worker's hung at the back of the room, almost as if their owners had only just stepped out and would be back any minute, even though the ship had been deserted for years. Across from the armoured viewport the scanner noted a row of security lockers, their access pads disabled due to lack of power. Everything else seemed dead and dormant, the loss of power having cut off all functions in the consoles, whose monitors now lay dark and empty.

The scanner chimed a warning as it picked up organic residue on the console. A window opened on Simon's display identifying human blood, the data quickly trying to match it against any known individuals but finally giving up and simply reporting that the blood type was AR+, which meant the person injured had been of a mixed species background, not that it mattered anymore. Even if they'd survived whatever injury had left their blood behind they'd most likely have died of exposure well before the party's arrival.

Continuing its survey the scanner pinged off various data ports and power sockets arrayed along the console, signs of heavy use and regular maintenance having been performed right up until the chamber had been sealed. WHatever had happened here it had been sudden and dramatic, driving the crew from their posts before anything could be done to secure the terminals.