From a bit of investigation, it seemed clear that no medical records, nor any other ship records Light could access, had been manually updated since the disaster that crippled the ship. Automated logs were still being made, but with the number of damaged systems and sensors, those were scarce too. It was possible that he might be able to glean more information from them, but not from a cursory glance. He could make a copy of the ship logs, at least.
The personnel files did give Light more context for what he could see in the crew quarters. Now that he knew what their rank insignias meant, he could tell that the man who had been stabbed in the back had been the captain. Nothing in the medical records of the crew showed anything particularly unusual that would be related to the disaster. The only preexisting condition listed was a shellfish allergy for the engineer, and there was no report of disease or other contamination on the ship. What happened to them seemed to have come exclusively from after the disaster.
Jess motioned for Light to come to her as soon as he opened up the door into the cargo hold. She and Senjen were near the back of the hold, opposite from the loading ramp and near to the door Light had entered through. As he approached, she typed a code into the crate’s keypad. Its lights flashed green for a moment, and it unsealed. “Yeah, take a look at this.”
“Where’d you get the code?” Senjen asked.
“Looks like the captain appended it at the bottom of the manifest. They’re definitely not supposed to do that, but I’m gettin’ the feeling they might have been a bit careless.” She shrugged. “Whatever. Saves me needing to bypass it.”
Jess pushed the crate’s top partially aside so she could retrieve one of the tightly-packed rectangular cases from inside. “At least they’re properly packed. A solid crate, with individual protective cases for each device. All of that should have shielded them from the radiation and impact both.” Opening up the case, it contained a simple, unmarked polymer disk that could fit in a Human’s palm. “And here they are. This crate here, and the one next to it, have what we’re looking for. They’re more valuable than all the rest of ‘em in the hold combined.”
Turning her head, Jess looked out in the direction of the cargo ramp. Between here and there, they had the whole, disorganized mess of crates that had been knocked around the hold in the crash. “We just need to clear the way to get our prize out of here.”
The personnel files did give Light more context for what he could see in the crew quarters. Now that he knew what their rank insignias meant, he could tell that the man who had been stabbed in the back had been the captain. Nothing in the medical records of the crew showed anything particularly unusual that would be related to the disaster. The only preexisting condition listed was a shellfish allergy for the engineer, and there was no report of disease or other contamination on the ship. What happened to them seemed to have come exclusively from after the disaster.
Jess motioned for Light to come to her as soon as he opened up the door into the cargo hold. She and Senjen were near the back of the hold, opposite from the loading ramp and near to the door Light had entered through. As he approached, she typed a code into the crate’s keypad. Its lights flashed green for a moment, and it unsealed. “Yeah, take a look at this.”
“Where’d you get the code?” Senjen asked.
“Looks like the captain appended it at the bottom of the manifest. They’re definitely not supposed to do that, but I’m gettin’ the feeling they might have been a bit careless.” She shrugged. “Whatever. Saves me needing to bypass it.”
Jess pushed the crate’s top partially aside so she could retrieve one of the tightly-packed rectangular cases from inside. “At least they’re properly packed. A solid crate, with individual protective cases for each device. All of that should have shielded them from the radiation and impact both.” Opening up the case, it contained a simple, unmarked polymer disk that could fit in a Human’s palm. “And here they are. This crate here, and the one next to it, have what we’re looking for. They’re more valuable than all the rest of ‘em in the hold combined.”
Turning her head, Jess looked out in the direction of the cargo ramp. Between here and there, they had the whole, disorganized mess of crates that had been knocked around the hold in the crash. “We just need to clear the way to get our prize out of here.”