The interior of the ship was worn and dirty.  The walls needed to be stripped and repainted.  There were wires hanging seemingly at random.  A number of lights were flickering or simply off.  A quick system check did reveal that the key systems at least were fully operational.<br/><br/>Tina sat in a cracked and worn pilot's chair to find that the controls didn't have even a minimum amount of protection.  As soon as her fingers began the start-up procedure the ship responded.  In less than a minute, and after a few missteps, the ship's engines were humming happily and ready to propel the ship into space.<br/><br/>A quick glance around showed Miria why Tina was having so much ease stealing the ship.  Someone, probably recently judging by the mess, had ripped out several systems to bypass the security controls.  An entire hallway was a mess of wires and electronics in a tangle that seemed unsafe and unwise to touch.<br/><br/>Septimus could sense his two partners in crime, as well as a small infestation of rodents, on the ship.  Otherwise they seemed to be alone.  There was no one else on the ship or in its immediate vicinity.  Though a glance at any window would show that what remained of the slaughter was moving closer.