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With his scroll still plugged into the systems, Rainier continued looking around for the keycard if there even was one.

''Under these seats? ''Nope; no signs of the upholstery being disturbed. ''Behind these panels? ''No joy; even the panels that seemed slightly ajar were only that way, likely because the vessel must have been undergoing maintenance or retrofits when it was stolen.

Rainier was about to unplug his scroll temporarily to hack the door until his eyes landed on a laminated object, crammed into a crack in a console. You always find it when you aren't looking for it.

It took a little more coaxing than he thought, but he finally got the captain's keycard. Slightly bent from being hastily jammed into hiding, but it should still work. The archer bent it back into shape and slid it through the card reader. A short while later, the door obediantly opened and he strode down a staircase into the CIC.

The room was dark with only the gunnery consoles providing light. This room was naturally buried within the vessel for survivability reasons. There were signs that the gangsters operating this room had abandoned it when they were suddenly boarded. Drink bottles and documents lay scattered about.

The master fire control console was sunk into the center of the room and from the looks of it, all turrets on the vessel could be directed to fire on a single target from here. Rainier sat in silence as he studied the controls, sifting through the stolen documentation to see if there were any operating manuels within.

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Taking several deep and livid breathes, Loretta calmed down only to realize that the emergency extinguishing system in the engine room did not go off. Only because she was quick to act was the fire taken care of.

What's wrong with this ship...