On to Engineering then.

Have I secured the Loop, or even Deck 1, yet?

PC Autopilot for GM: Fimion runs basic security sweep of decks ahead of engineers and techs. If they die first, well, Fimion will be mostly S.O.L.

Correctly reasoning that the Engineering section would be on a lower deck and to the rear of the ship, like every ship he's ever served on, Fimion forces open the stairwell next to the lounge as Corporal Rameriz joins him from the bridge.  With perhaps undue haste the two of you also force the second hatch without checking, but the lower deck appears no more dangerous than the upper deck.  You immediately note that the stairs continue down to a third deck, but an emergency deck-plan image near the hatch indicates that there are two levels to Engineering, the M-drive being at least partially housed on this deck, while the Jump Drive and primary power plant are located on the lowest deck.

While you are considering this information, Fimion notices a small figure down the passageway from the stairs, crouched near the bulkhead with one arm deep in an open maintenance panel.  She does not seem to notice the two of you, and there is an open tool-bag nearby.

Fimion assesses the small figure: humanoid?, sapient?, threat value?, etc.

[Gestures] WAIT!
/Attempts to Sneak to "small figure."

When I feel I have the upper hand, both in visual and drawing weapon sight, I will question loudly, "Freeze! Hands where I can see them. Who are you and what are you doing?"

PC Auto: I want to know: is she a threat to our reactivating life support (sane, negotiable, cooperative); her willingness to help us; any extra info about our situation (persons, places, things, times). Will gladly de-escalate, and even cooperate, so as to live.

You manage to approach all the way up to where she is working without her appearing to notice you. At your shout she looks up at you mildly.

"If I put my hands up the plasma capacitor I have my hands on will discharge into the ship, probably killing you and me both, maybe even your friend. Maybe you should let me work, acazi?" She pauses for a moment. "You two must be the new crew. Good, 'bout damn time someone did something about our situation. Hand me that number four crimp, would you?"

Seeing that you are not satisfied, she sighs.

"Look, acazi. I'm trying to safely discharge the port railgun firing chamber so's I can get on with crawling up in the guts to lube the feed mechanism. Explaining who I am might better wait until I don't have my hands full. Besides... I'm sure you got bigger fish to fry than me, eh?"

"Does that seem odd to you?"  

Find out everything I can about her.  When she loaded?  Destination? Sounds like she is passenger not crew. Back pay?  Account balance? What has she drawn from ship stores?  Are their more passengers?  

Citations for bravery in combat?  

Can the drone scan her with out being obvious/invasive?

"That seems like a bizzar response to me, what do you make of it Tech Sir?"

"Why is she lubing the weapons? Is she expecting combat again soon?  Can you see anything on scans?"

Going over the records you have available on the bridge you can see that she enters and leaves her cabin like clockwork, to the minute, spending exactly ten hours of every day-cycle in her cabin, according to access logs for various hatches and automated systems she appears to have spent the last year of ship-time mostly going from deck to deck at a slow pace. The only records that have been manually inputted in the entire year you have records for appear to be updates to the maintenance logs. You can see that the railgun systems are due for regularly scheduled maintenance for today.

It does seem highly unusual that she would ignore the critical power failure to focus on scheduled maintenance, however.

From what you can tell she does not have appeared to spent any time on the upper deck in the last year outside of her ten hours a night and a handful of pre-scheduled maintenance logs for the bridge.

Given the current, highly unusual, velocity of the ship it is unlikely anyone could even approach the ship, much less attack.  Ships normally travel at relatively sedate speeds, measured in perhaps hundreds of meters per second, or they enter Jump, which is functionally 'static'. You are currently travelling at something like millions of meters per second, and have never heard of any ship, or missile, reaching that speed under its own power, but then you are not a pilot.

"Fimion, Ramirez.  I think she's some kind of maintenance bot.  See if you can change her priorities and get her to help you with the fuel."

"Ok thats taken care of. What next. Oh of course, salavage!"

Starts humming.

"First we need to incorperate....  The Relic Universe corporation?  Might be a bit pretentious but it will do for now. 4 shares or 5?  You're right there might be more of us 60 equal shares.  15 for each of us, with provisions for anyone else coming out of the ice before we reach a star port to be a full equal partner.... 20% off the top for maintenance?  Unless a Majority votes different, tie go's to the status quo.  Ship liquidated ...? Leave that blank for now discuss later."

Hmmm, some more...

"Ok now I just need names signatures and a retina or DNA scan when you get a chance...  Lets see if I can get the computer to register our claim.  

Date?  SON OF A LEAKY HEAT EXCHANGE!
No there's got to be provisions for imprecise dates, we aren't the first ship to travel at reltivistic speeds."

Corporal Ramirez is able to get the fuel switched with only a moment of minor panic after he accidentally hits the wrong button on an engineering panel to 'vent tanks', which does nothing due to the lack of power. Someone has set the ship to use only one of the several sub-reactors that makes up the primary plant to conserve fuel, but this provides more than enough power to run life support and internal lights and gravity.

An investigation of the bridge eventually reveals the entire Data-Stack, containing all the computer's memory, including software packs, has been fried by a high energy surge, apparently from a weapon attack on the ship itself and needs to be replaced. The computer survived mostly intact due to very old fashioned fuses and a hardened design common on military ships.

Regarding your current velocity, the pilot eventually determines that the most likely 'cause' was a highly theoretical jump malfunction, as any other cause would either involve the ship being torn apart and crushed by absurd levels of thrust OR an impossible amount of time spent accellerating at 'safe' levels...  As the theory would have it, a catastrophic failure of the Jump Envelope, which normally results in a ship being reduced to sub-atomic mist spread over several parsecs, could... in theory... collapse at the exact moment when both ends of the envelope are 'open', ejecting the ship from Jump Space before its fully translated to the realm of conventional physics, and thus inertia.... allowing absurd accelleration to occur with relation to the physical universe, but not experienced by the ship. This has never, in his experience, been observed.  

With power you can run the sensors through navigation and see that the region of space you've been crossing is strangely devoid of stars for several parsecs behind you and around you, but the ship will be entering a more populated region in a few years travel... which might allow you to calculate the time dilation for relativitistic speeds if you want to wait several months.  

The only way to slow down would be to attempt a jump, as entering jump space would effectively stop the ship without throwing you all against the front bulkhead at a significant percentage of light speed, or take several decades of high-g braking (which you don't have enough fuel for).  Attempting Jump Calculations at this speed, and with barely enough fuel, and no astrogation data, is dicey.

Going to attempt to access the ship's sensor logs/other logs to look for any information on what attacked the vessel.

With the data stack fried there are no records except what remains in the active buffer. For sensor data that is a few hours of data at best.

"So blind... how can they operate with so little little input!"

"So... at this point things seem secure on used decks. Now I guess it is up to you engineer techs to save our hides." Relaxes massive rifle readiness and goes to parade rest, smirking. "We believe in you. We got no other choice."