Marah’s expression was grim as she recorded an image of the lettering. Though she had set her communicator to record passively, out of habit she opened it before speaking. “Tren to Yuuna. Some of the doors here have been welded shut. And I’ve found writing on the wall, in blood. Thompson says the lettering is in the Terran Cyrillic alphabet.” She fiddled with the controls of the tricorder briefly. “I’m sending you the image now, Commander. We’d better get a translation from the ship’s computer. Also, I’d like to know if any of the station’s compliment originally came from Russia or any other area where Cyrillic may have been popular.”