<del><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:32</strong></del><br/><br/><strong>Bridge</strong><br/><br/>"Captain... Are we on a salvage job?" Odessa asked, not looking from her screen as she continued to work. "Or is there a reason you're taking us out to where we're going? Lights are all green for FTL flight. Drive ready and standing by sir."<br/><br/>“Yep, we need to board a ship, grab a few things and return them here to Altaire,” Shaan answered. “It's an old, dead Terran-aligned ship, been drifting out there for a hundred years or so.”<br/><br/><em>The Castille shuddered slightly as it's engines struggled to break free from Altair 5's gravity field. </em><br/><br/>"Hey capn, are we running T34 coolant or A58? I found some of the cargo boxes in the hold with both marked on em so I figured you might wanna come take a look and see."<br/><br/>Shaan looked at Francis over his shoulder before he leaned forward in the co-pilot's seat, “One second,” he replied to him. Coolly flicking his eyes from instrument to screen, assessing the situation, then leaving it to Odessa. His lean, youthful face creased in a frown of concern, "You sure about that? We use only T34,  A58 would clog the system. I'll take a look as soon as we're linked," he said to him.<br/><br/>Then he looked at Odessa, “Good, I like green lights, full speed, take us out to the Altaire 5 nav-bouy, link Nilus to it, and jump when ready. We'll have three easy jumps, the last stretch must be made manually.”<br/><br/><br/><strong>Lounge</strong><br/><br/><em>Traces of heavy battle could be seen in the lounge as expected, a few scarrings on the walls and the floor. <br/><br/>A weird sound still emits from the jukebox, a slowly scraping noise. </em>