By the time the trio of marines had boarded, the  air was whisper thin, and even the most basic of exertions took a heavy toll.

Moments after the station AI went offline, there was a deep-set roaring,. Like the sound of a bass chord being struck and reverberating ad nauseum.  With a rumble and a roar, the outer doors of the  flight deck started to open, and the rear airlock irised close.

Almost immediately, the hiss and hum of the Orishi's atmospheric processors started filling in the hold with breathable air.  It smelled vaguely of brine, but it was breathable.

The lights outside the ship--visible only through a couple of tiny multi-layered reinforced-glass portals--had gone dark, the cavernous room lit only by three lines of blinking yellow and white lights, that blinked on and off in a pattern indicating the way to the exist--as if it were necessary.

Viper guided the Orishi out, using both thrusters and the after-market gravity boosters that were normally used for atmosphereic entry and exit.  But she needed every leverage she could get.  As it was, Assured Clear Distance wasn't assured.
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Silently, the Orishi glided out of the flight deck, even while parts of the station seemed to crumple.

It didn't explode in a fiery supernova.  Rather, it seemed to crumple in on itself for a moment, then the entire area seemed to become vaguely fuzzy, as the atmosphere within seeped out, taking dust and debris with it.  There was a momnetary flash of light, and an opaque metal shutter slammed down over the portals, blocking the view.
OOC: storm shields against excess radiation

"Warning."  A different voice, comptuer-generated, androgynous. "Brace for impact."

And the ship swayed momentarily.  There were a series of pings as some debris hit the Orishi, but Viper managed to keep the ship largely pointed away so that much of the smaller debris was burnt up by the Orishi's fiery plume.

After several tense minutes, the storm-shutters retracted.... leaving them alone with the hum of the Orishi's engines and systems as the ship arced away from where Ptolemen Station had once been...
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Karnell simply found a secure spot, and wedged himself in to ride out the takeoff and the inevitable blast from the station. It was not as bad as he had expected. And he also noted that someone else had escaped. Life Boat Four was probably little more than a scattered mess of particles by now. But Life Boat Five had made it out ahead of the Orishi. That might be Barrett... whatever he was up to. Karnell knew it sure as hell wasn't what Amin had been claiming.

Once the shutters retracted, he looked out at the devastation. A few seconds longer, and they would all have been right in the middle of it. Luck, it seemed, was on their side. For now.

He rose, and moved back to poke his head into the cockpit. "Where's the Extranet terminal on this junkheap?" He did not immediately explain why. It was doubtful he wanted to access an in flight entertainment package, however.

She wandered around the ship and felt comfort. Something about this boat was very comforting to her. She smiled as she walked the corridors and felt a thrum up her arm as she trailed it across the metallic walls. She passed ports and stared out into the black. Again, she felt comfortable. The shutter and jump of the boat as it made its hasty exit rolled beneath her feat easily. She barely broke her stride.

Unconsciously, she started to take stock of what was still around. The workers at the station had made pretty made some progress taking the thing apart, for sure, but how much. She found herself at a console and tried to activate it. She wondered if that handsome fella might be needed to hack in or if the ground crews had stripped out the security and AI already.

As the shipped smoothed out into even flight, her mind turned to supplies. What had been aboard the ship that wasn't taken out, had anything been hidden, and how long would it last them? She somehow doubted that it would be smooth sailing after this.

Baylee is looking through each room and checking computers for supplies aboard.

Viper turned the intercom on :
"People, this is... not your captain speaking! The name is Viper and I'm a pilot. Welcome to Viper Spacelanes' ship #1, "The Orishi". We thank the penal service for their hospitality, but it seems the hotel needs some renovation works to be operational again. Oh, and the Commander Amin did not want to get us out of cryo-sleep, because his first impulse was to let us scum die with the prison. Commander Amin, since you're aboard miraculously, let me tell you my first impulse is to kick you into space! The technician - Barret - didn't make it, but he had a heart...

Anyway, we scum do not want to stay around and be canned again, so as soon as the technicians and meself checked the jump drive, we'll jump to the nearest planet with the tiniest police, empty those who don't want to adventure into the illegal side, and take some contracts to repair the ship. Oops, I thought all loud again. Anyway - again - wow all my sentences start with anyway - I suggest we elect a captain through vote or through PPP. And be it a woman, for a change. Women are wiser, we don't think with our d*cks."

The pilot switched off the intercom and turned to Gilina, smiling. "'Remember I gave you a PPP to loan to one of your colleagues? Its name was 'Return'. Could you please get it back to me, dear?"

Then Maissa tried to locate the android AI Gilina had told her about.
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Baylee took to ladder to the second level, from which she could look out over much of the cargo bay.  The Orishi was a squat, portly thing, but Baylee could see that a lot of revisions had been made on it's insides.

The ship was a hauler--a large central cargo hold that rose two decks up, with a walkway terrace around the upper deck.  Hugely customizable, but a nightmare if they had to depressurize the cargo hold.  She also noted that there didn't seem to be any life-pods or life-boats.

But she could see reinforced struts and girders that made for obvious placements of modular walls and magnetic-locks.  That suggested that the Orishi was not a sovereign-owned ship. Worlds, nations and even mega-corporations tended to stick fairly close to stock specifications.  But, Baylee could see that this Scarab-class ship had had a handful of habitat modules jammed into the foreward end of the hold, and they didn't look new.

On the second level port-side, Baylee found what looked like an office--rather ostentatious use of space on a space-ship of this space.  The red light on the door indicated that it was locked, but as she approached, the light cycled to green.

The office was a fair size.  THe bulkhead of the room had been overlaid with a lighter, smoother finish.  It almost looked like a sort of wood.  The lighting was pleasantly diffused and there were decorative plants.  The big desk at one side appeared to be movable, and Baylee understood that this room probably doubled as a meeting place, a "boardroom" so to speak, for visitors.

"Bai Lin Li." a curiously-neutral voice called through speakers in the office.  "There are currently several unregistered autonomous entities on-board.  Do you wish to authorize access?"

So, now's the time where I need you to define what position Baylee held on the Orishi prior to her incarceration.

AEs are "autonomous Entities", a generic term because no assumption is made about biological/technological, nor sentience or sapience.  THis could apply to anything that's normally capable of mobility under it's own power.  So, a human, an android, a cat, a drone.

Karnell was still hanging on to his gun - damnit, he needed a holster, or at least a decent belt. He listened to Viper, as he leaned in the doorway of the cockpit. He raised his gun and pointed it at her, face cold and... no, he couldn't keep that up for more than a second. He gave a rather feral smile. "Sorry, hard to resist the temptation. I don't think I would be a good choice for captain. I'm not a people person. Besides, when things go wrong, I'd rather be the one yelling, than the one getting yelled at. My guess is that feisty psycho lady will be the one to demand control. That could be interesting, she seems entirely dedicated to getting everybody killed. Toodle-pip!"

He turned, having examined the ship layout on the panel by the door. A map! Now he had a reasonable idea where everything was.

He mades his way into the corridor, and followed it round to the office area. If there was an extranet terminal anywhere on board, it was a decent bet that was where it was located. And someone else had already found it - though why they would need to was a curious notion. Once again, he stopped in the doorway to the room, and gave a rather lopsided smile. "Fancy meeting you here. Do you come here often?" Before she could reply, he stepped into the room. "I have something I think you'll want to see. I got rather more from the station computers than Amin reckoned on. With a few minutes and a little patience, I might be able to reconstruct some of our recent history. The station database probably only holds information relating to our convictions and sentencing - but it is a good place to start rebuilding memories. I'm Karnell, by the way. Rayfe Karnell. Or so the database claimed. I had no time to read any more, alas. I thought getting onto the only ship available was more important. So..." He reached down and produced the data chip from its hiding place in his trouser leg. "It's all right here. I will need a few moments to crack it open. Once we have this information, we can search the extranet to see if there's anything else we should know."