The ship's landing ramp hissed, snapped shut, raced above the Centares tree line as it punched through the clouds and out of the atmosphere until it reached the void that surrounded the planet. Aerys was still out cold, and the ship's other occupant would be left at the mercy of the ship's emergency protocols. A small scout ship that in another life served as a personal vessel for reconnaissance teams, or even a pair of force users. The lighting aboard the Adrestia was darker whether that was due to the enacted protocols or Aerys' personal choice was anyone's guess at that point. Red hues dimmed whatever brightness the ship had as it jumped into hyperspace.
The holo terminal was locked out, requesting emergency access codes in a language that wouldn't be immediately clear to the Jedi. In fact, the more they walked around the more they would notice the language the ship used was not basic, and in fact, native to Dosuun. Perhaps the only thing they could decipher was the ship was built at the Ryvora Imperial Shipworks near Dosuun. On the bridge, access to any of its consoles, navigation, tactical had been locked out as well citing that it could only be overridden by emergency access codes.
Communications were locked, one-way; inbound only.
The escape pod had been locked out as well, and manual access looked as if it had been tempered with. The cargo hold was split between supplies and speeder bikes with parts and tools laying about on workbenches and carts around the bikes. Where once a conference room would have been, the ship's other occupant would find a small kitchen and dining room. In what would have been crew quarters a lavatory that included a small sonic shower sat with the door slightly ajar, due to it being in need of repair. Although the lavatory's cleanliness left a lot to be desired as was with the main hold beyond it. Trash bins were full, and some overflowed, the walls were covered with makeshift shelves that were packed with books and trinkets.
Books concerned themselves with galactic history, with a specification for republics and empires. Trinkets included bits and bobs from various stormtrooper armors, even the rare republic armor. A flag hung haphazardly on one of the walls, it belonged to the First Order and beneath it a display that looked to hold pictures of friends and family, all cheering or happily grinning with soot on their faces, ruined buildings and scribbled beneath, something written in the same language the ship used. When translated it would read; Happy Liberation Day. Some currency had also stacked on the display some of it resembled currency belonging to the Outer Rim Talons, Alliance Credit Chips, First Order Sovereigns, and smatterings of coins belonging to various systems and planetary governments.
Evident that the trooper had their share of travels, the starboard engine room hosted another set of workbenches but this time, weapons and armor were being worked on. Posters that were hung along the walls there, were of women, scantily clad at that. A holo radio had been left on, it played music from Dosuun it was particularly heavy with percussion. Aerys' quarters resembled organized chaos and it was where her NIO gear had been stowed in a trunk at the foot of her bed with the emblem blazoned on top of it. The desk was clean with notebooks labeled in two languages, basic and Dosuunian. In fact, Aerys' quarters had probably been the cleanest place aboard the ship, aside from sickbay.
Sickbay was in tip-top shape with FIMS' emblem neatly displayed.
