Belle was no longer in the cruiser, patiently waiting for her friends to return. The Beast had taken over her, leaving being her peaceful and childish disposition behind. Most people would never have even associated the creature in the cruiser to the young girl. If it hadn't been for the variety of butterfly shaped hair clips clinging to the coarse fur of The Beast there would be little connection. The Beast paced back and forth, along the entire length of the interior of the cruiser. However, to her, she was no longer in a cruiser. She was trapped. She was trapped in a large metal cage. A cage she would have to break out of.
The Beast began to tear the interior of the cruiser apart. Without any sort of pattern or reason. She was being completely driven by instinct and rage.
She tore huge gashes in the metal walls of the cruiser, cutting like paper beneath her sharp claws. It seemed like it would be easy for The Beast to tear right through the wall of the cruiser and escape, where she would just cause more problems. But due to The Beasts limited thinking capabilities she just continued to move from area to area within the Cruiser, never focusing on one spot long enough to break through.
Jagged teeth and powerful jaws made quick work of the rest of the interior of the cruiser. She chomped and ripped through the seats. She snarled with her mouth full of metal, shaking the chunk of seat and flinging it across the cruiser like a dog with a squeaky toy.
Sometime during her rampage, The Beast flung something up into the cockpit. And that jagged piece of metal, perhaps once belonging to the floor or a chair, slammed into the control panel. She had accidentally activated the upward thrust of the VTOL jets. Her first time flying a cruiser and she wouldn't even remember it. She had effectively set the cruiser into a hover mode, which The Beast took no mind to. She was busy destroying the cruiser.
If anything the now glowing lights on the cruisers control panel just angered The Beast further. She snarled and began "stalking" the flashing lights, as if they were a potential attacker. As soon as she was in attacking range she leapt onto the control panel, sinking her claws into the metal and tearing up everything she could get close to. And as if to add insult to injury, or problems to more problems, the hovering ship began to tremble and move.
She had destroyed the stabilizing core in the ship.