"No, no. We were bleeding coolant, you can smell it below. It's too risky to turn it on... I might be able to get the auxiliary stuff on though... and I think we have some surface gear somewhere on here. Computer first anyways." He skidded to a stop at the bottom of the ramped hall, and peeked into the bridge. They were not a military ship, far from it, and the bridge was placed towards the front of the ship with a massive, expensive plexiglass parabola all that was protecting it from the vacuum of space.
The left and right sides each had a manual flight seat, that none of them really used. The center seat was a commander position where most of the operations controls sat. A lowered area to the front had been filled with couches and a tv, all smashed against the front pan now, along with his favorite cyan beanbag. He slipped into the tilted Commander's chair, one of the pieces secured to the deck, and started to fiddle with the sleeping computer. "All the command and control systems run on a backup loop if there is a power outage, so we should have some battery left to check the most basic things... Just, might take a while without the high-power network on." He explained. Soon enough, a display came up showing their absolute position in space, their relative position to the stars, and that nearly every other system wasn't responding to diagnostics, including the reactor.
