It was a conundrum.
How to open a door without the door handle. Or in this case an impossibly heavy and impossibly thick airlock that happened to have its wheel knocked off, either by the robots or hurtling debris. Sevyn could plug Jemini into the wheel socket and use the bot at a wheel, but when brought up to the drone the Syndarin was answered by a rapid succession of high pitched beeps and whirrs, followed by attempted mutilation by blowtorch.
That meant that the plan was a go. Before Sevyn even had the chance to reach over for the drone however, a barrage of plasma fire splashed against the door, melting away the joints of the airlock. Which meant someone has shot at the Lone Star
The Syndarin could only stare in horror, locking her magnetic boots reflexively against the sudden decompression. Luckily, that didn't happen, but the fetid stench coming from inside seemed to more than make up for it. Curious, as that meant there was a working atmosphere inside the ship, which meant that some power had to be operational which shouldn't have surprised Sevyn, really. Many ships were more than capable of running ten or more years without having to dock at any spaceport, provided they passed by the occasional gas giant every so often. Sure, minor systems would have broken down, but the ship itself would still have kept chugging.
But still, someone shot the Lone Star.
That also meant that whatever scanners the United Alliance Navy had used to scan the ship had either been tampered, damaged, or jammed somehow. Sevyn gave them all an almost equal split chance of probability, with extra points going toward jammed.
It was the Vespian.
But that was a discussion for another time because if the ship had power, that meant main protocols and subroutines were running, which meant an automatic bulkhead lockdown of their immediate surrounding section. While they certainly could blow through each and every one of them, the bulkheads would keep on shutting down and their progressed would be slowed immeasurably. Not to mention he shot at the Lone Star. Sevyn made her frustration known by ignoring everything the smug Vespian said to her, putting a hand to his helmet providing a direct communications channel and screamed, "WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE."
The Syndarin stormed off angrily and hurriedly, pushing past the medic man and with the help of Jemini, began working on unlocking the inner door before the umbilical detached and the laws of pressure would forcibly remove everyone far, far away from the Lone Star and presumably into the then-onrushing asteroids. All without blowing the inner airlock to absolute shit, of course.
