The door leading out of the crew quarters was powered, though the cockpit module beyond was not. Just like the other door, there was no lockdown, so he was able to head through without issue. The cockpit was large enough to have some room to walk around, with multiple seats and consoles. The pilot’s seat was front-and-center. It was blocky and mostly metal, with just a few thin cushions for some comfort when flying in a gravity well. Though, since ships like this spent most of their time in space, one could easily strap themselves down into it. As such, everything the pilot would need was easily in arms’ reach. All of the controls and consoles were either built into the chair, or adjustable screens just in front of it. A ship of this size was designed to be possible to fly solo, but was ideally aided by other crew members at the similar, smaller workstations to the left and right. 

The question of who owned the last bunk in the crew quarters was quickly answered, as there was a corpse slumped over next to the pilot’s station: a Human woman in a full environment suit. It was easy to see why, as there was also a rather sizable hole in the floor of the cockpit off to the right. It was surrounded by twisted metal, likely from the spacetime warping of their uncontrolled drop out of FTL, and went straight through the hull into space. As it was on the bottom of the ship, they had not seen it from the outside. As soon as the ship had dropped to sublight speeds, the cockpit would have been depressurized, and bathed in an even greater doses of radiation than the rest of the ship. 

Light had already recognized the signs of radiation poisoning in the other Humans, and just from what he could see through the visor of this last corpse, her case had been even more severe. It could be hard for one to even stand to look at. Her suit was not compromised, so she had almost certainly died of the radiation exposure. Yet, from the look of the work she had been doing before her death, it had not been immediate. The pilot’s station had multiple panels removed to expose the internals. High energy cosmic radiation could fry electronics, and it seemed the Human had pieced together so many haphazard, jury-rigged repairs to get the station working that it was hard for Light to even make sense of them. Wiring and cables were strewn about, disorganized, connecting to three different tablet devices scattered around on the floor. It looked like some components had been stripped out and replaced with others taken from the copilot’s station. While the cockpit module was not powered, the pilot’s station itself was hooked into a portable power cell that was still active. Since the station was mostly shut down, it had not been drawing much power. 

It was easy for Light to recognize the systems that the Human had been working on before death, which was communications. The ship was not broadcasting any sort of distress beacon, and it looked like she had been trying to get it working. It was hard to say from first impressions if it had been a doomed effort or not, but in any case, it would take some time to try and make sense of the repairs if Light wanted to try and use the console.