<del><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:31</strong></del><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Bridge</strong></span><br/><br/>Readying the Castille for serious action would be a grimy, greasy job, but somebody had to do it.  As Sarah enters the bridge, she notices that the hatch, just aft of the bridge, directly to the left at the top of the stairs, had been scarred by some kind of cutting tool, traces of dried blood on it as well. That hatch was locked and secured, led into the Captains quarters.  Several, similar scarring could be seen scattered around the bridge, luckily nothing important had been destroyed during whatever happened here recently.<br/><br/>Odessas seat seemed ok, it could need some new bolts, securing it a bit better to the floor and preventing the pilot from falling backwards under strain, the bolts and pins had rusted a bit. Not unexpected, considering that the Castille soon would celebrate a hundred years of service. Cables had been wrapped together, and covered by a isolating panel, no welding had been done to fasten it, could fall to the floor any minute it seemed.. The grated steel floor had seen it's best days, maybe twenty years ago, could need a new flooring panel, the old one had probably been gone for years. Besides those parts, the bridge seemed pretty well for a rattletrap like this.<br/><br/>Captain Shaan had slumped down on the co-pilots seat, and there were two seats left, should have been three, but the third had ben moved elsewhere. Odessa piloted the ship securely away from the anchor, and it would only be a minute before she would turn the Castille to set course. And the Captain just gave the coordinates to Odessa