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[color=5FADAD][i]'Contact. They know we're here.'[/i][/color] King relayed as his broadened, translucent form recohered and shifted, flowing like liquid sheet-ice from the back of the group, flowing around bodies and shoulders like wind to recrystallize into his Human form at the front of their formation. King flung out his hands, and vibrant, spiraling trails of light began to gleam beneath the otherwise opaque texture of his holomatrix - all converging upon his hands. As energy built-up, the etheric-saturated environs shied away from his form.

[color=5FADAD][i]'Painting targets.'[/i][/color] Dozens of individual lines of light emerged from King's chest, each one highlighting the head of a creeping figure as they rose or began to slough forward - with no less than three lines painting the skull of the massive, hulking ghoul that had dropped before the group. The beams were all-but invisible except to those of the team who could perceive thw low-intensity microwaves King was using for his targeting. Those who could would have seen that each individual beam seemed to be wavering, flickering in and out along their lengths as random and dense etheric particulate drifted through the station's atmosphere - for atmosphere there was, seemingly an even mix of both the station's natural environment and the oneiric chasm, in spite of all the hull breaches. An atmosphere that, seemingly, was altogether too thick for King's chosen weapon.

[color=5FADAD][i]'Dense, exotic particulates in the atmosphere. Lasing pulses ineffective. Going to release a thermobaric blast to clear the air. Initiating optical disorientation flash immediately prior to fire. Check your sight. Firing for effect in three, two, one-'[/i][/color]

Like a flashbang going off, King's form bloomed with intense photosaturation - so bright that it would have been blinding even through closed eyelids, and almost assuredly to all the etheric visual organs growing out of the terrain that seemed to be tracking them. As foretold, the blinding light was immediately followed by an intensity of low-pitched humming followed by a churning, electrical snap as King fired a finger-sized, radiation-stimulated bolt of magnetically contained plasma into the area before them. Scant meters ahead, the thin vacuum gradient around the plasma gave way as it rushed into the chamber's atmosphere, the magnetic force containing it collapsing and shunting all of the thermobaric energy through the direction of the breach - directly forward. The energy snapped like a blooming whip, expanding explosively in the midst of the corridor. Its actual thermal effects were minimal, the plasma being too diffuse to actually ignite anything - but it created a superheated shockwave of force that would batter and pummel and perhaps stun most of the rising corpselike figures while dry-baking their organic dermis, and - King hoped - would dispel the heavy haze of particulates that would otherwise obstruct his more effective fire.