[quote=@Nucleep] The Yahupi find what the Trogo soldiers did: a bunch of goods, such as rare metals and precious gems, as well as a mess hall, several crew quarters, restrooms, kitchens, and large but deactivated cannons. The bridge and captain's quarters are, once again, locked. "We'd like to see evidence," the lead merchant softly demanded. As he snapped his fingers, non-humanoid robots started delivering several of the packages onto the floor before the delegation. "This is all on sale, by the way," he quickly added. As the door to the bridge blows up, the navigational data on the bridge is lost. However they do now have control of the ship. "Great, just great. I hate this," one of the merchants said. "I'm sure we'll get out of this. Just gotta bribe the judge, can't be that hard, right?" another replied. (OOC: Do I enter the courtroom?) "We are here to trade with you," the lead human calls out. "Do you wish to have any goods? Well, they all have a price." The radio message immediately receives a reply. "We are merchants of Shupoli Industries, here to trade with you! We do not mean to invade your territories. As a token of goodwill, our weapons are not activated." [/quote] The door barges open, it's poor stainless steel handle smashes against the concrete wall. You could hear the hinges aching. This was instigated by a big black boot belonging to a soldier in grey uniform. He is wearing a small PDW on his chest. He marches to the other side of the room and shouts at the top of his lungs "COURTROOM NOW." The hallway is a drab affair but that's just a blip in one's memory compared to the court. Democratic is not a relevant word. One well decorated looking officer sits at the top of a very high desk. You would swear by the amount of multicoloured badges she had she saved the world or something. The room is dead silent. "10 years solitary detention. Over." "YES SIR" The guards in the room handle the crew to an elevator which brings them to the ground floor again. They are walked at gunpooint to a section of the prison and are given individual cells. The cells are 5m^2. Again, all concrete with no windows. The wall facing the corridor is some sort of strengthened transparent plastic with tiny holes in it for sound to travel. There is no toilet or bed or chair. In fact its just an empty room, your only friend is the light bulb! After a few minutes, one by one, they are visited by two people in white lab coats and a guard detail. They're forced to put this small gadget above their left and right ear. The guards make it clear attempting to remove it will result in a beating and punishment. Besides it somehow sticks to their heads. It turns on and the crews visions are filled with blackness. That's it, for now at least. The scientist says the exact same message to each crew member. "We'll be performing some experiments with you." As the scientists and guards leave each crews individual cell, the blackness turns into lightness, they can see again but they've been brought somewhere different. They're each in a wood shed, out the window is the vast Trogo hinterland with rabbits jumping about and birds singing in the distance. There's a door! However if one tries to open the door, a red cross is painted across it temporarily, and the feel of stone cold concrete can be felt. This is the start of something bad. ===================================== The soldiers make their way to the bridge, they dash to the computers as they see it doing something as soon as they enter. But this process seems to have finished before they reached the terminal. They seem the flight instruments and apparatus are working as they dab on the throttle and they hear the ship making noises. They radio HQ for a specialist robot. It arrives after a few hours after one was found in a barracks in the next state. The engineers familiar with this rarely used robot set it up in the center of the bridge. It's a large cuboid that stands upwards with its wheels on its base. Thin slender arms extend from all 4 sides across the bridge. About two dozen of them slither about and find their resting spot on different dials and controls. The operator is on the robot's terminal on its back side typing away different instructions and code and such. The projector on the top of the box projects blue question marks on all the buttons its resting on. They flicker like a poorly tuned television, in sequence. Slowly but at a consistent rate the robot presses different dials and sticks. It's trying to learn how to operate this treasure ship. But what about fuel?