"Not too sure yet." he replied to Deli. "Logs go back a long time, but some of them are degraded. This place hasn't had a security update in decades. I could probably have cracked the encryption with a vibrodagger, let alone real tools."<br/><br/>He gave a small snort, a mixture of amusement and disdain. "But yeah. This place has been kicked around some. It looks like they got themselves boarded by a bunch of psychos at some point. Something about a Darth Malicus. Haven't been able to find out what or what that is yet. I don't know if there were survivors, or if anyone has hung about. I'm still trying to get access to the internal sensor network, assuming it's still operational. Might be able to find out if we're alone or not." He continued typing as he spoke. "Even if there aren't any living creatures onboard, there might still be droids, friendly or otherwise." He jerked a thumb towards the ships nearby. "Droids in hunter/killer mode would do a number on anyone who wasn't expecting them, and who, oh I dunno, might have split up to go search for anything salvageable on the station."<br/><br/>He nodded towards the datapad. "I pulled some shipping manifests onto that, but haven't gone through them in detail yet. If you want to check those, see if there's anything useful came in, I can cross check and see if it might still be here, and where."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">See if the internal sensor grid is still up, and access it if I can. Secondary will be cross checking for useful salvage.</div></div>