The ramp dropped and the men dispersed down into the landing area. Sanders, showing little effort as the slight looking young woman dressed in simple fatigues and not the armour of everyone else, carried her equipment down and placed it carefully on the deck before glancing around for a local data access port.<br/><br/>The landing area looked bad. There was no way around that. Most important first practices here would be working to ascertain roughly what the conflict here had been about. Of course she would have to wait till the squad had cleared the landing area before starting into conducting an investigation of things. Her curiosity may have been artificial, but it was there and real enough to her as her eyes scanned the room methodically noting various features. Looking for tell tales, like temporary/improvised cover with shell casings or hits, blood stains and or smears/spatter any of the sometimes obvious, sometimes subtle signs that could lead to a conclusion as to what had occurred.<br/><br/>Shell casings were more likely in this setting as explosive tipped caseless ammunition didn't tend to be used in space. Subsonic, lower energy rounds were often, though not always, the order of the day. Especially on vessels with a pressure hull but no armour. Armour tended to be of limited use anyway against the railguns that most modern warships were armed with. If you launch a ball bearing at cometary speeds towards your target it was most likely to pass right through it no matter how much steel/titanium/carbon/rubber/secret herbs and spices it had to pass through to breach the pressure hull. Railguns were not subtle or polite, but they certainly did tend to get the job done.