<a class="link link--external" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/67/ba/d6/67bad6b09e26897151727e29ffe811e3.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Thomyris “Riz” Heroux</a><br/>Location: Ticonderoga class assault ship/Bridge.<br/>Tagged: Donovan, Iona.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Thomyris floated back as Donovan moved forward towards the door. She watched intently as he inspected and formulated how to open it, trying to learn what she can, though seeing nothing from behind the man's body. A knife along the seams, fingers wedging into the gap, before prying them open with strength that Thomyris could only dream of, gasping a little as the metal was forced apart and open.<b>"Do you..."</b>she began to offer, though it was unneeded as she was silenced by the man's vigorous roar of might, prying the doors open, the interior of the Bridge utterly dark, except for the glimpse of twinkling stars through the viewing screens.<b>"Are you alright? That was...yeah, let's see what's inside."</b>She stammered, placing her feet on the bulkhead and launching herself through zero-gee right into the Bridge.<br/><br/>It was a mess.<br/><br/>Bodies floated everywhere. And not ones who looked as if they choked to death on a lack of air. There were bodies everywhere, in the crisp uniform dress of some planetary military or militia. Rifles and firearms were about them, some still grasped, others floating. Same with bullets...and the crimson particles of blood and gore, which hovered about the bodies. There were a dozen or so bodies and there were clearly battle lines drawn, with a few bodies above consoles or terminals, including one who still had his hands over some buttons.<b>"Oh god...goddess..."</b>Thomyris gasped horrified, headlights scanning over the scene and then back again. It looked like a slaughter. A bullet still carried on by inertia over the past few centuries floated across her sight.<br/><br/>It took a moment to recover, gulping hard on the lump in her throat. She shifted more towards the interior of the bridge, careful not to disturb the dead or debris as if it were anathema, coming to what seemed a central platform. The Captain's station perhaps? He was still there, dipped to the side in his chair, strapped down from floating. There was a large bullet hole in the side of his head. Everything that could have leaked out had already floated to the ceiling.<br/><br/><b>"I'll tell the Captain..."</b>Thomyris informed Donovan, putting her hand to her wristpad to activate her comms.<b>"Captain? Captain, can you hear me? We're in the Bridge now...uh...shall we...activate power now? Just a little bit, enough to access logs perhaps. It's...quite the scene here. Let us know."</b>Thomyris said, voice stuttering a little, evident that what she was seeing at least was disturbing to her. Turning to Donovan, her face clearly shocked behind her visor, she nodded to some of the bodies.<b>"You ever see anything like this? Why would they gun each other down like this?" </b>