The office is trashed, but the Chief's console is still operational

A quick glance around the mid-sized room confirmed that the chief's office had been thoroughly ransacked. The sparse, utilitarian furniture - a pair of chairs, a small coffee table - had been smashed and tossed aside, leaving a trail of paraplast shards on the deck. The larger worktable with an integrated datascreen was placed directly across from the door. It was in better shape, though most of its surface was covered with streaks of yellowish liquid, leaving little doubt as to the source of the destruction. Marie recognized the viscous substance at once, and suppressed a shudder.

Still, the workstation represented her best chance of finding what she came for, and Marie was not going to turn back without at least a look. Suppressing her distaste, she stepped around the desk, the debris on the ground crunching under her boots. She searched the worktop quickly, picking up and tossing aside the typical clutter - old datapads, binders filled with scribbled reports and requisitions forms, a dog-eared instruction manual on detainment procedure. Nothing resembling and ID chip. She made sure to keep her gloves clear of the thick strands of yellow goo that covered most of the items. Among the jumble she stumbled on a holoframe - still projecting a faint, colorless phantom of two smiling women sharing an embrace. Marie studied it for a moment, but the image was too degraded to make out the features. She set it aside gently.

She was about to give up when a something on the chief's viewscreen caught her attention. Though most of the screen was occupied by the familiar lock out warning, a small indicator in the corner of the screen blinked softly. Hesitantly, Marie reached out and tapped the screen, her glove smudging against the soiled surface. At once, a small command line interface sprung up. Marie's eyes widened in surprise, and she leaned over the station, fingers dancing over the screen.

A few minutes later, she straightened with a frustrated grunt. The functionality of the data node was severely hampered by the lock down procedures, and most of what she could access had been corrupted, wiped or disconnected. Still, her efforts were not entirely fruitless - she had managed to access what appeared to be the security footage archive. Though the directory was badly corrupted, several of the files from around the time of the distress signal appeared to be viable.

Marie chewed her lip in hesitation, glanced around to ensure that she was still alone, then reached out and keyed up the first of the video files.