Ian thanked Theobald and took the datapad, handing him a glass of top shelf Whiskey in exchange.
His brow furrowed as he quickly read through the report three times.
He then set the datapad down and let out a long low huff, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so.
"Well, this report is very bad. Nothing a Junker can't fix...but...
Most things certainly will need replacing, namely most of the hull, the engines, and the core.
But I also think we can salvage a lot. It seems like the defensive systems are still operational."
He smiled at Theobald, sipped his Whiskey, and continued on. "The part that worries me, though, is this notation Stevan left about the life support."
He leaned in toward Theobald, and pointed out the notation which said; 'Oxygen and Ozone leaks on multiple decks...very flammable.
Must find way to stop leaking before any major work done.
Life support shutdown sequence refused, computer has no control.' "Better just replace the whole system." He said, picking up the datapad again.
"So much damage. Is anything but defense still online? No, doesn't seem to be...
Life support is online...if you can count spewing gases everywhere, that is."
He now seemed to be talking more to himself than to Theobald, as he poured over the report again, and again.
Finally, he looked up, fixing Theobald with a look of pity. "Afraid you'll have to forget about salvaging any data, at any rate. If Stevan is right, and I imagine he is, your computers are completely cooked.
Dead. Kaputt.
But...yes, the 'Reverie' will fly again. Sooner than you think."
His expression changed to a smile, and he poured himself another drink.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked as a change of subject, indicating the view through the bridge windows. "It's scenery like that which got me flying in the first place."
