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Slipping inside the dimly lit area Jorik found three seats ahead of him. All three were a bland grey color of soft artificial like leather texture. The right and left most ones seemed to be for passengers if he had to guess. While the middle one was slightly ahead of those two and held a series small consoles meshed together for piloting controls and system statuses. None of the three seats were currently inhabited nor showed signs of recent use a thin film of dust and what felt like sand or dirt was present about a 16th of an inch thick. To his right appeared to be a trio of upright wall mounted rectangular storage lockers with a similar bland grey color tone to them. Just to Jorik’s left from where he entered was a bland grey door to the rear section of the craft which was currently closed. Directly behind him was what appeared to be a row of three upright computer server ranks. They appeared to be deuteronic based given the slim chips, though the nondescript look and lack of outright IDs made it hard to tell who they might belong too without further investigation. That said given the small size of the rack setup it couldn’t have much more processing and storage capability to do much other then simple auto pilot and maneuvers and even then likely would need piloting assist for anything bigger then a simple course correction. The air in the craft was still quite musty, it carried a hazy dryness that cloyed with each breath. Breathable but uncomfortable over all.

GM CockRoach

“No one has jumped out at you yet, right? What’s down there?” Delgado called through the hole. Curious, but still not crazy enough to go jumping in after hotshot pilots with cojones of steel.

En Delgado, Engineering

Jorik called up to Delgado. “A lot of nothing! There’s a few basic computer banks in here! There’s also a door that might head to a rear compartment, possibly additional housing.”

Jorik Thoran, Pilot/Nav

NE Sarah looked over the edge too peering down into the craft, then looked to Jorik, “..Maybe you should go check out whats behind that door? Just....you know in case there is some nasty space monster or pyscho killer hidden in there!” she said.

OOC: Bump!

GM CockRoach