Calculations are the easiest thing to accomplish - Though the radical ellipse attainable is only so much. The ship vastly outmasses both the Karloff and the Old Ben together - The inward orbit attainable will be near cometary, starting from this far out.
It is a simple matter to disable the jammer, but to silence the communications array proves more difficult. Severing the power and data lines is not sufficient. In the end, the circuit boards within must be smashed, the system doubly redundant to whatever controls lie within. But it is done, and there is true radio silence once more, free of the snow of the jammer. But it is a thing done, and Danasheth can only smirk with satisfaction as it is finished.
It is a more difficult task yet to sample the snow upon the wall, for it evaporates at the slightest hint of heat. The probe must glide without thrust, its sampler extended to maximum to capture even a few flakes, but once it has, and returned the sample to the ship, it is a relatively simple run to determine its composition: It is a N2-CO2 blend, with a sparing amount of oxygen and water - The Oxygen / CO2 ratio is, in fact, almost precisely the inverse of that which the Old Ben or Karloff carries in their own tanks.
Thermal scanning is cold throughout the ship, or at least in the places that can be seen with it. She's been in deep space for a very long time, and only the barest tenths of a degree sunward indicate her orientation relative to the sun as having been comparatively static.
As the probes trace through the living quarters, it is easy to notice that they are sterile - While long exposure to the void may have cast aside anything that was not tied down, the rooms that you can see show no signs at all of having ever been occupied, but it is still possible to make certain guesses about the creatures who might have lived there. Roughly the size of a small, single family dwelling for men, though with a lower ceiling, at right around 1.8m, a creature about the size of Danasheth to Erik would find it a comfortable, if slightly cramped dwelling. Each of the rooms is apparently mono-directional, the built in furniture showing an aesthetic preference for the hexagon. Oven hot plates, pipes, counters, all utilize the 120 degree angle where feasible. Those counters would be uncomfortably low for a human to use, built at a bit beneath waist-high on a man, though it would be mid-torso for Erik. The doors, too, utilize that same hexagonal shape, a cluster of six silvery pads on either side of the center division likely serving as the pad to command the door to open, though a groove runs parallel to that center division as well, potentially for opening the door in a situation where the electronics have failed. Drawers and cabinets share the same grooved handle, though these is recessed to allow an appendage to pull. While any electrics or piping is recessed into the wall, any lighting is as well, leaving some wonder about how they expect to see.
It is impossible to get a sense of deep within the ship without entering it - your probes are unable to work the doors, not having the thrust to open by the grooves, nor the ability to trigger the mechanism.
Most of the crating, meanwhile, is of comparatively simple design - The fabrication unit snagged by Alice, for example, is little but a white polymer box over a square pallet, with assorted, unrecognizable symbols upon them. That white is bright, even painful to look upon at close ranges for him, as he squints at the packaged device. The other boxes are made of the same smooth polymer, with the same brilliant white color, though they come in an assortment of sizes and scripts upon them. Starting with the largest, it proves relatively simple to decrate, requiring little more than a twist of a handful of fasteners, fit close enough with a 11mm hex wrench. The bright white plastic drifts away from the machine inside, a garishly decorated device consisting of a pair of spray nozzles of some sort, connected to a complex spindle to give it three axis of motion over a work table. Its control system is made out in two large hexagons, each of the smaller hexagonal keys labeled in that odd script. Two large ports are cut into the bottom rear of the machine, away from the entry to the work area, possibly feeds for the machine's supplies, while a third is on a panel on the bottom rear across from the control segment. Industrial type electronics are visible through the hole, when it is peered through with a flashlight.
