New Meetings.

Tim scurries on over to the engines, getting video of the entire room, foot by foot. Avareal on the other hand continues to inspect the technology, writing down notes... on the walls.

The engine room was heavily damaged, a secondary engine was still about 70% intact, however the main star drive was scattered in shards across the whole room.

"Where is the med bay? I should look over the resources at my disposal."

A green line lit up along the floor. "I'll admit I lack the facilities for advanced surgery but it should be sufficient."

"I'll set up advanced surgery facilities once you are up and running.... " Tim brings back the video. As Lady Nycon watches it in hologram, her face goes through different, practiced expressions of shock. "This... I'm going to need a lot of supplies."

"Hmmm... What are the limits of your production facilities?" She looks thoughtful. As thoughtful as someone who actually has to practice facial expressions can look.

She nodded, following the line to the med bay.

It was a fairly well put together facility, it had all the necessary facilities to at least patch people up from all number of problems and a stasis chamber for anything really complicated.
((I don't know medical equipment for shit, but it's got better equipment than most modern hospitals))

Shadrac scuttles through the ship, searching for... whatever a half-mad person needs. Surprisingly, he seems most interested in large chairs, particularly any that are bolted down.

He found the weapons locker, mostly emptied out but still had three things left.

In true Shadrac spirit, he pokes the door of the locker repeatedly before slowly swinging it open and peeking in carefully.

Well, he wasn't entirely sure if they were weapons. But it looked like they were meant to be held by three digit hands. A few glowing shells laid haphazardly in a box below.

Gingerly picking one up, Shadrac... licks one, slowly down the length, avoiding the ends.
((I've... I've lost control of this one.))

It tasted very spicy, and dusty.

"Mmm... tasty."
Shadrac gently puts it back in the locker, swinging his hood around and looking for observers.

She looks around what she has to work with, nodding to herself. "It'll do. Ship, who's name I forget, do you have books on any of the more advanced stuff? My knowledge is rusty."

"Not anatomy, medical procedures. Can't pilot a ship, so I gotta keep the uselesses alive, yeah?"

"Alright, but without anatomical knowledge. It's application might be limited or incorrect." The ship said before opening it's files on medical procedures which always started with remove the damaged scales which, besides the information on how to operate the equipment proved quite quickly to be not so good for use on people.

"Biological Orion-class Battleship, do you happen to have captain's quarters?"

"Yes sir, I'll light up a line for you." a green line lit up on the floor leading to a nearby doorway.

Shadrac wanders along the line, zigzagging down it. Peeking at the doorway, he gives it a quick sniff, searching for unusual scents.