The cavernous shuttlebay was deathly quiet as the two pilots made their way to it. most of the gear was chained in place, to keep it from getting sucked out of the ship should there be a breech in the bay doors, a notable weak point in most ships with internal shuttle bays. Unlike the rest of the ship, there was no sign that the place had been seemingly abandoned. There were no undiscarded food wrappers, no loose papers in the process of being filed, nothing except what was chained down, or strapped in place.
A red line on the floor indicated the direction of the ships magazine, where the capital weapons were held, the ballistic missles mainly. Another line, purple indicated the path to the refueling ports and hoses for the shuttles that didnt use their own internal reactor. A black line indicated the direction to the fighter bay.
Santiago and Taget stood near the doors to the fighter bay, one of the shuttle sized doors manually opened. Ao could see the leering face of one of the fighters from where he stood, with a gaping ramscoop and apair of blister mounted lasers that made the fighter look more like a gargoyle than a sleek hunter. The fact that the entire craft was a strange matte black color didnt help much, with the gold polarized canopy.
"Whatta bunch of wild birds, man. No?" Santiago asked, pulling on a mustache while Taget merely looked on with a mix of distracted boredom and resigned fatality.