One of Lyina's Salarian neighbors agreed to lend Jane his solar bike. It wasn't the newest model and the suspension could use an upgrade, but it was able to get her to the crash site in four hours. She left it in the open, solar panels opened to enable recharging and
started exploring. The wreckage was badly burned, but not in a tragic condition, probably due to the lack of sentient scavengers. It was definitely a civilian vessel. The hull was so battered and covered in so much sooth that she was not able to find a name on it. It reminded her of Salarian vessels, but she could have been mistaken. She located the airlock, still open after her escape. She jumped up and caught its threshold, barely able to pull herself up. Once she was inside it was not that easy. The inner door of the airlock was sealed shut. She removed the panel from the opening plate and started fiddling with the wires. She definitely had done that before as her fingers just knew which ones to use. A short circuit later the door was open. She turned her flashlight on as she entered the area next to the airlock which was the galley. It was dirty, cramped and covered in soot. Methodically, she went through all the cupboards (mostly broken plates, cups, some cutlery and other everyday kitchen stuff) then the tables and shelves (mostly guns and moods). No pictures, no personal items, no trophies. The spiral stairs on the opposite side from the airlock led her up to a corridor opening up to a cockpit. The stink was awful. It was coming from a body in the pilot's seat. A dead Batarian. Peachy.
She tried to keep her search of the cockpit as brief as possible. There was a family picture by his side and a few shots of Asari in various states of undress on the wall. Nothing to help her determine his (or her) identity. She followed along the narrow corridor towards the crew cabin. Four closed doors, easy to pry open using a loose piece of metal as a crowbar.
First cabin on the left belonged to the dead Batarian, judging from a metal Hegemony emblem on the wall, the rest of their belongings too badly burned to give her any answers. Fortunately, the other three rooms were in better condition. The next one was obviously unused, with no bedding on the bunk.
First of the cabins on the other side obviously belonged to a Salarian, judging from the water bed, largely preferred by that species and the clothing in the drawers. There was one working data pad and a quick browse through it made it clear that its owner had had a medical background. Jane stashed it in her backpack for further examination with Lyina.
The last room obviously belonged to a Turian. The bunk was definitely too small for two and there was nothing that could prove a human had once lived there with him. In one of the cabinets she found a locked box. She wasn't sure how she opened the lock but it gave her no challenge. First thing she found inside was a gun. The handle fell just right in her hand. She noticed an upgraded clip size and an attached power magnifier. It had been emptied of heat sinks, but she would have no problem finding some in the galley-turned-armory. Under the pistol, neatly folded, laid a uniform. She took it out carefully, taking in all the holes and dirt covering it. The shoulder straps spoke of commander rank.
"Commander!" rung in her ears, repeating again and again in different voices.
She knew them and she knew they needed her help. She wanted to help them but then she was paralyzed by a wave of fear. She felt cold, so cold, as if she was drowning in a cold lake, trying to desperately draw in a breath.
She unconsciously hugged the uniform close to her chest. She nervously looked around. As if there was anything alive here, she chastised herself. One, two, three… ten deep inhales and she tucked the clothing in her backpack together with the pistol. Those two things belonged to her, she was sure of that. Once again she went through the cabin, carefully, hoping to find her dog tags or anything that may have pointed to her identity. She found nothing of interest, nothing to even remotely suggest the Turian staying here had a mate, human or of any other species.
Unsatisfied, she left the cabins and climbed down the stairs. She took some pistol clips from a stash in the galley she had noted before and headed toward the cargo bay to check on her pod. The crates had mostly burned down and she couldn't be sure what was inside. The pod, apart from the broken glass panel, had not been destroyed. She brushed the soot off its sides and uncovered the name of the model and some of its specs. Surprisingly, it wasn't a med pod but a stasis pod.
She assumed she had been seriously wounded and because of that her companions put her in a med prod. Why the hell would they put her in stasis? It made no sense, as stasis prevented healing. Especially when the medbay was located just next door. Hosting five beds and what seemed to be a little on-site lab, it made obvious the fact that this ship was a medical unit. And having a mixed crew it had to be private. She located the medical console, but it was dead. Jane dived under it hoping to be able to solve any technical issues. Unfortunately that part of the infirmary was destroyed even worse than the rest of the ship, the hardware of the console literally melting into its surroundings.
Not finding anything interesting behind the last door (a common bathroom, destroyed as much as the medbay) Jane left the ship and headed back with more new questions than answers.