[Aryeonos]

Clambering around the interior of the craft Butcher stumbles upon a, somewhat, hidden hatch that leads to a very narrow maintenance access.  There is a small ladder built into the slanted access. Stepping back and looking at the angle, it leads up through, and over the flattened tail that supports the cargo door, it must lead into the empennage somewhere.

Investigating the charred area of the plane Nina finds a rather odd soot. The deck of the aircraft and wall isn't melted, though the plastic fixtures and seals are burnt. The soot comes off under her finger without trouble, as if wood or oil was burnt here.

[Thrass]

Butcher checked if he'ld fit through that hatch, checked the UWB radar scans for any surprises behind the wall and then accessed the acces hatch.

I'm going to squeeze through here.

[Aryeonos]

Wriggling through the hatch, his dense synthetic components resounding with a dull thunk. The previous reverberating of the wind off the hull sounded ever so slightly muffled now, though with the open back door it was hardly noticeable.

Butcher could see hard light filtering in from somewhere ahead, more howling wind, and the occasional snowflake. Further up the fuselage is a tangled mess of singed wires and hoses, a blackened mess, cut by the brilliant outside light.

[HydroRaven]

Richard decides to take a closer look at the burned area, trying to spot a signature or anything of the kind that might help the investigation later on. He says to Nina "Let me have a look on the other side, see if I can't pick up on anything" before having a peek at the astral side of things, trying to sort out what's what.

Assenssing the area for any signatures that might be left. Assessing 4 + Intuition 4 (8d6.hits(5)=4) Not a bad roll if I do say so myself.

[Aryeonos]

Peering into the astral, immediately the soot floresces, the gritty dark ambience of the metalic craft almost seems bathed in the light of the soot, like someone detonated several white cans of paint in a blacklight lit room.

[HydroRaven]

Fisher addresses Nina. "So your brak was acting up because this soot is magical." He then gets in on the team channel. "Whomever was here knew what they were doing and had a purpose. It reeks of magic everywhere in this room."

[All4BigGuns]

Viktor sends over the network from the main craft, <<Can you determine anything about the magician in question from the lingering traces?>>

[HydroRaven]

"Without knowing the nature of the cargo, they either used great force to take it away, they're either quite strong or the cargo had some extreme leakage of astral energy. This long after the fact and the signature here still lingers. In any case, we should assume they are astrally well equipped and quite capable."

[All4BigGuns]

<<Can you determine their particular style of magic? That could help in determining who they are or at least where they came from.>>

[Sichr]

<what about those black box radio beacons>

[HydroRaven]

"Nah, bru, can't say what type of magic was used here. I can tell you it's a residue of some sort, but besides that, nothing. I could probably recognise it if I saw it again. Any luck with the black boxes?"

[Thrass]

Everythings burnt here in the access hatch, and I can see daylight, still trying to force my way through.
Maybe you should get that magical guard up just in case?
Red what's you status, did you find a different entry to the cockpit yet?

[Thrass]

It could be possible, that they diverted from the original course to try and reach the water for a safer landing, but didn't quite make it.

That would explain why the plain is not where we searched for in the first place.

[Sichr]

Int(4)+Perc(4)+AttCo(3)+VisEnhancemet(3) (14d6.hits(5)=4)

Logic(6)+Chemistry(3)+Microscopic vision(2) (11d6.hits(5)=2)

[Aryeonos]

Nina collects some of the soot with her finger, rubbing the residue between her fingers then pausing over them, her AR highlights a ring of area on her thumb, then jumps in closer, revealing a closer image, a thick caking of some sort of crumbly tar amongst a smattering of tight knit fibers from her glove. The data is captured and forwarded to the main TR-55's Nexi.

Butcher, wriggling through the mess of burnt wires and cables pulls himself up just shy of the opening in the hull, everything is quite badly burnt. Discerning all the electronic jumble is something of a feat in itself.