Part of Anjali's training had included spacewalks, but they were very limited in duration and function. It was rather more to acclimatize her to the sensation, the security protocols, and functionality of the suits. Some of the technology was still similar to what she remembered from two hundred and eighty-three years ago, some was new, but Dwayne had taken the time to walk her through it.<br/><br/>Anchoring her tether to metal holds in the Rath-Yatra and activating the magnetic function of her boots distracted her momentarily before her eyes took the measure of the condition inside the ship. Loose items floated about in zero gravity, and she feared to see human remains, but hadn't yet. They went to the bridge first where Bianca talked her through the process of downloading the ships logs into a drive she then secured in a zippered pocket on her (better fitting suit). After the log retrieval they pulled up the manifest so Dwayne could search for salvageable material in a more targeted way.<br/><br/>Inside the ship were clear signs of struggle including damage from weapons, broken down doors, and plexiglass, stains of what looked like blood. From the manifest Anjali discovered which cabins her friends had occupied and wanted to head there next, but Dwayne advised her of his, more logical plan. He had also cautioned her that she might find bodies, but she had to see for herself. As they went through the ship they found items deemed useful and Dwayne placed them in a large bag of sorts which followed him by remote sensor.<br/><br/>Dwayne insisted on completing the salvage operation first, and she followed him, helping when he told her to, staying out of his way when instructed to do so. She watched him, his sparse efficient movements, his skill and knowledge and realized those we all borne out of years of experience. While working and walking he kept talking to her and Bianca, which Anjali valued more than he could know. Walking around silently in this ship would have undone her. Her mind kept superimposing what she saw onto what she should be seeing, kept seeing memories of her friends pass by and nod a friendly greeting at her. They were all gone, even if safe, even if they had lived a long life, they'd have died at least 190 years ago.<br/><br/>She had been awake when placed on the ship for the first several months while they taught her what she needed to know about interstellar travel, space walking, security procedures etc. She was under strict instructions not to fraternize with the crew and under no circumstances to tell them her function at the new destination. She hadn't told anyone anything, instead only talked about her work as a horticulture specialist and linguist. But still she made friends, the Captain, an otherwise laconic and quiet man had taken to her and often played chess with her. The crew all had taken her under their wing, except the security officers who time and again warned her to keep quiet or be put in stasis sooner. Eventually the day had come and she had said her good-byes, accepted several little gifts, she squirreled away in her cabin to retrieve when she would wake up.<br/><br/>Space walking and salvaging was clearly more tiring than she had realized and she soon felt tired, hungry and thirsty. After the salvage operation was completed Dwayne gave her the go ahead to check the cabins. One by one they checked the cabins, and found little to tell them what happened, that is until they got to the captain's quarters. In a chair by a small desk sat his desiccated, mummified body with a small plasma shooter in his hands, and a large hole burned through his chest. On the desk was an envelope.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Bilbo Swash Caps"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>For <br/>
A.M.S</b></span><br/>
<br/>
<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>with Love </b></span></span>​</div><br/>it said.<br/><br/>Anjali placed it in her pocket and zipped it up. Tears were fogging up her visor, and she heard Bianca comment on an unexpected rise in humidity in her suit, which, through her tears made her smile.<br/><br/>"It's alright, Miss B, no cause for concern, minor ocular leakage, self repairing." She said intuitively knowing that Bianca would understand that terminology better thanI'm crying.<br/><br/>"Dwayne, I think we're done here." She said turning to the living man, who quietly stood in the doorway, waiting for her.<br/><br/>"It's time to go, and let the ghosts on this ship rest."