The bridge was a mess.  Someone had taken the time to fire a gun into most of the consoles.  Only a single screen still worked, mounted on the wall near the rear of the bridge it had a bullet hole near the bottom, but was still powered.  It displayed a complex, but crudely drawn, schematic that showed power and fluid flows through various systems.  They were all offline or at critical levels, but near the center one was flashing red.  It was listed as Thorine Gas, which the pair recognized from a recent guest lecturer at their school.  It was used in deep sea exploration for purposes that they couldn't recall, but the lecturer had mentioned it as one of the most dangerous parts of his job.  It was highly reactive, and near instantly lethal, if not kept below a critical temperature.<br/><br/>As Superbus headed downstairs, she heard the sound of pounding on a watertight door that had been sealed shut.  It was heavy in comparison to the others, solid metal of a strange alloy.  Behind it she could hear people screaming for help, screaming to be let out.  The door looked to have been welded shut, worse, it looked to have been built to contain something.  If the ship was about to go critical, the door might be the only thing containing what was within.<br/><br/>There was no sign of any thugs, no sign of the Authoritarian.  If they were still on the ship, they were hiding.