Light recoiled at the sight of the captain’s deformed visage with in her suit. Even to his form of vision the degradation was pronounced.

“I’ve got a fourth body - likely the captain - in the cockpit. A lot of damage, some repairs. Looks like she had a plan before she died. Searching.”

The captain did not have the manifest on her person. Many of the computers in the cockpit were out of action, having been harvested for parts. He was eventually drawn to the main console attached to the captain’s chair.

Wincing, Light gently unbuckled the body and flopped it onto the floor so  his suit could envelop the console. Light stuck his face right next to it while his manipulars fiddled with the tablet interface.

It took a fair amount of time, but he eventually got through and let out a little bubbling coo as he found the manifest.

“I have it!” He announced proudly, before falling silent again. His suit read him names and job roles for the deceased crew, which he tried to commit to memory. It also read him flags from the route.

“They flew closer to the star; captain’s orders. I wonder why.” Light said solemnly.