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[color=EBA536][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=E579FF]Cargo Hold[/color]
[color=E579FF][b]Race:[/b][/color] [color=EBA536]Dark Elf[/color] & [color=E579FF]Human[/color]
[color=E579FF][b]Class:[/b][/color] [color=EBA536]Artificer[/color] & [color=E579FF]Rogue[/color]
[color=EBA536][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Helo] Ezekiel; [@Princess] Callandra
[color=E579FF][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] 
[color=EBA536][b]Equipment:[/b][/color]
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[color=EBA536][b]Scratch[/b][/color]
Medical bag
Tinkerer's kit
Arcane spindlelock (shortened) musket
Spindlelock pistols x2
Hand axes x2
[color=E579FF][b]Val[/b][/color]
First-aid bag
Tinkerer's kit
Spindlelock pistols x2
Steel daggers x2[/hider][color=E579FF][b]Attire:[/b][/color]
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[color=EBA536][b]Scratch[/b][/color]
Dark brown, knee-length coat
Black waistbelt
Grey button-up shirt
Dark brown trousers
Heavy leather boots
[color=E579FF][b]Val[/b][/color]
Off-white shirt
Red ribbon tied around left arm
Brown hooded coat
Brown trousers
Leather boots
Goggles on her head[/hider][color=EBA536][b]Gold:[/b][/color] 101
[color=E579FF][b]Injuries:[/b][/color]
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[color=EBA536][b]Scratch[/b][/color]
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[color=E579FF][b]Val[/b][/color]
Shallow cut on her right side, just below the ribs[/hider]
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Focus.

He had to focus.

That was what [color=EBA536][b]Scaerthrynne[/b][/color] silently told himself, over and over again, as he navigated a path back to the engine control room through the [i]Stormrider[/i]’s labyrinthine warren of maintenance corridors and emergency access walkways. The airship itself seemed to be telling him the exact same thing as well, albeit in a much more audible manner with the tortured groans of its hull, the crackle of flames unseen, and the serpentine, almost ethereal, hiss of energy leaking from broken power lines. 

But despite those foreboding sounds, and despite what he’d only just told moments ago told Vallena about concentrating on one problem at a time, Scaerthrynne couldn’t quite bring himself to completely ignore the mysterious shard embedded in his forearm. He’d pulled his sleeves down over it, but still he found himself glancing at that arm, at the exact spot where it’d decided to make its home, every so often. 

Just what was that thing?

It’d clearly once been part of a larger whole, so what then, was that whole? How had it shattered? Why did it shatter, and by what means? It had to have been a magical object—Scaerthrynne could scarcely think of any other explanation for how the shards could just phase through the hull of an airship, with what seemed to be a mind of its own, to find him and Ezekiel.

And to find Vallena.

That was perhaps the most confusing thing about this entire affair. A curse, a boon, or some other magical form of nonsense finding him, that he could understand. After all, his four-and-a-half centuries of existence couldn’t be said to have been wholly virtuous. He could think of an extensive list of people, creatures, and other beings who’d want to imprecate him.

But Vallena? She wasn’t anything more than a twelve year-old girl. A clever one, an irrepressible one, and one that could sometimes be a little too mischievous, a little too curious for her own good, granted, but she wasn’t one who’d ever done anything to earn herself such an enemy. Scaerthrynne couldn’t even imagine her having a childish rivalry with anyone, let alone aggravating someone to the point where they’d take the time, effort, and resources to place a magical hex on her. 

It was all very, very confusing. A refreshingly new puzzle and a welcome break from the daily monotony, to be sure, but Scaerthrynne would’ve preferred it to have [i]not[/i] involved Vallena. 

And she was of the same mind, more likely than not, as when he glanced over his shoulder, he caught her with her sleeve rolled up, an anxious look clouding her visage, and her fingers busy scratching and picking at where her shard had implanted itself into her arm.

[color=EBA536]“Stop that,”[/color] Scaerthrynne said curtly, stopping at the entrance to a narrow, dark corridor. The pungent tang of engine oil and grease was thick in the stale air beyond the threshold, and the only lights that illuminated the long passageway came from a handful of arcane lamps set into the walls. They burned a dull red from behind caged shades, bathing everything in dim, sinister glows. [color=EBA536]“Whatever these shards are, they’re stuck under our skin. You’re only going to make yourself bleed by doing that. And didn’t I tell you, and didn’t you agree to not think about them until we’re done saving this ship?”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“But you keep looking at yours,”[/color] Vallena countered, but she nevertheless stopped scratching herself. [color=E579FF]“Like, like when you hold onto something like this,”[/color] she said and braced her hand against a wall, leaning forward slightly, and striking an exaggerated pose of a person losing, and then regaining their balance, as the dark elf had a few times earlier, when the airship had lurched a little too stiffly and abruptly. [color=E579FF]“Or, or, or when you pull on your sleeves, or when you look down while walking, sometimes.”[/color]

She had him there. Despite all the years they’d spent together, her perceptiveness could still, on occasion, catch him by surprise. A faint smile flickered across his lips, so quickly that it looked as if the corners of his mouth had merely twitched. 

[color=EBA536]“Just do as I say, Val. We’ll have all the time in the world to think about these shards later.”[/color] His voice came out gruff, and his tone sharp. His words, however, didn’t have much of a bite to them. That detail didn’t slip Vallena’s notice. She nodded with a quiet giggle as she waited by the corridor’s entrance, her anxiety from before, for the moment, forgotten. 

Scaerthrynne turned his attention to Ezekiel and Callandra. [color=EBA536]“Engine control room’s on the other side of this deck. We’ll take a shortcut through this maintenance accessway. It–”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“Oh, I know!”[/color] Vallena interrupted without warning. [color=E579FF]“It cuts across the, the…The aft-ventral Auxiliary Power Generator room?”[/color] She glanced at Scaerthrynne. He responded with a simple nod, but that was enough to make her beam with pride. [color=E579FF]“It makes getting to the stairs that go down to the cargo hold really, really, really easy! And quick. I use it all the…All the…Time…”[/color]

A look of realisation came over her face, a flush washed over her cheeks, and her words trailed away into quiet, unintelligible mumbles when Vallena finally remembered that Callandra, the [i]Stormrider[/i]’s Chief Deck Officer, was not only very much present, but also now very much conscious. [color=E579FF]“I, I d-don’t, I-I mean,”[/color] the girl stammered, then laughed nervously. [color=E579FF]“I mean, I-I’ve heard that it’s a quick way of getting to the cargo hold, but it, it’s not like I-I’ve ever used it for that! I’ve never used it at all, honest!”[/color]

Scaerthrynne shook his head and sighed. [color=EBA536]“Well, that answers one question, I suppose,”[/color] he remarked drily, and gave Vallena a pointed look. She pretended not to notice it. [color=EBA536]“But Val’s right,”[/color] he continued. [color=EBA536]“This is the fastest and most direct way to get to the engine control room. It’s pretty cramped in there, however, so…”[/color]

He pointed to Ezekiel. [color=EBA536]“You need to be careful with Venn, especially with her head. Last thing she needs is a skull fracture on top of everything that’s already wrong with her. But don’t be slow. Stormrider’s not going to wait for us. It doesn’t have that sort of time, I think.”[/color]

He pointed to Callandra. [color=EBA536]“And you…”[/color] He trailed off, chewed on his lip, then shrugged. [color=EBA536]“Well, you try to be as careful as you can from where you are, I guess. I suppose you can pull your head in a little more, if you can, so you don’t go crashing it into something or other.”[/color]

Then, just before he turned to enter the corridor, he shifted his gaze—clinical, impassive, and with a subtle hint of puzzlement, as if he were examining an experiment—back to Ezekiel’s face; specifically, back to his eponymous eyepatch. The image of a glowing crystal lodged into the empty socket covered by that strip of fabric was still fresh in Scaerthrynne’s mind, and while it hardly ranked amongst the worst things he’d seen done to that part of a head, it was certainly something new. Something unknown. 

Was it significant that Ezekiel’s shard had decided to take the place of his eye? Did it make any difference where the shards implanted themselves? Did they choose where they went, or was it simply a question of blind chance? 

The questions rushed into the dark elf’s head, and he promptly pushed them all aside. He didn’t have time for them, now. He had to focus.

[color=EBA536]“Eyepatch,”[/color] he called over his shoulder as he carefully stepped into the corridor. It took a few blinks for his eyes to adapt to the low light, and for his darkvision to take effect, but soon enough, he had a clear view of the path ahead of them. [color=EBA536]“Let us know if that shard in your eye socket starts feeling strange.”[/color]

He felt like an idiot for even saying those words. How exactly was an arcane object of unknown nature and origin [i]supposed[/i] to even feel?

[color=EBA536]“If it starts to hurt, or if you feel any discomfort,”[/color] Scaerthrynne quickly added. He didn’t really know how he would even begin to treat it, but neither did he have any intention to. As things stood, those shards were a complete mystery. An enigma shrouded in shadows. Anything they did to a person, or made a person feel, could be a clue as to what they were. And if those things happened to someone that wasn’t Scaerthrynne or Vallena, all the better. [color=EBA536]“Even I felt uncomfortable when I saw it.”[/color]

A few steps passed in silence before Vallena piped up. [color=E579FF]“I think it looks cool,”[/color] she said, but then very swiftly added, [color=E579FF]“U-Unless it hurts, Eyepatch, then it’s not that cool anymore.”[/color]

Scaerthrynne couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. 

Then, he shook his head. He had to focus.

The droning hum of machinery; the whispers of energies pulsing through circuits, and the creaking groans of twisted metal—all hidden from sight—reverberated through the musty air, seemingly coming from every direction, all at once. Shudders rippled through the floor, walls, and ceiling. Hanging cables swayed. Loose fittings rattled. It was as if the [i]Stormrider[/i] was a gravely wounded beast, shivering from its death throes, its pained, gasping breaths weak and laboured. 

A sound that was somewhere between a squeak and a gasp leapt from Vallena’s lips each time the airship shook, lurched, or tilted. She drew her hands close to her chest, her eyes nervously flitting here and there, as if trying to look at everything simultaneously. Unease and disquiet radiated from her, and they only grew stronger the further they ventured down the corridor. 

[color=EBA536]“Be calm, Val,”[/color] Scaerthrynne whispered. [color=EBA536]“It’s just a short walk. Nothing you’ve never done before.”[/color]

No sooner had those words left his mouth than another shiver fluttered through the floor, this one stronger than the ones before it. A muffled screech, metallic and shrill, rang out from somewhere above, behind the ceiling. The already-dim lamps darkened further, flickering several times before finally steadying to a pale, scarlet glow. 

Vallena yelped. She grabbed onto Scaerthrynne’s jacket, her grip tight and trembling with fright, and pulled herself closer until she was flush against his side. [color=E579FF]“No, no, no,”[/color] she whimpered. [color=E579FF]“This has never happened before! This has never happened before!”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Be calm, Val,”[/color] Scaerthrynne repeated, placing a hand on her shoulder. [color=EBA536]“Be calm.”[/color]

She shook her head. [color=E579FF]“That, that didn’t sound good, Scratch! It didn’t!”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“It’s not as bad as it sounds,”[/color] Scaerthrynne replied and tried to, very gently, pull himself free. She didn’t let him. If anything, the more he pushed, the harder she held onto him. [color=EBA536]“Val, come on.”[/color] He tried his best to not sound too exasperated, despite his thinning patience. They couldn’t afford to waste anymore time. [color=EBA536]“I need you to calm down, Val. Our situation isn’t really that bad, all things considered. If it was, don’t you think I’d be panicking as well?”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“That’s a trick question! You never panic.”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Fine. Worrying, then. Do I look worried to you?”[/color]

Vallena thought about it for a very brief moment, then said a quiet, [color=E579FF]“No.”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“We just have to get to our stations, do what we’re supposed to do, and we’ll be fine.”[/color] Scaerthrynne pulled away from her again. This time, she relented, albeit reluctantly. She still lingered close to him, and pinched a corner of his sleeve between her thumb and index finger. Fear, nervousness, and worry were all painted clear on her visage. With a sigh, Scaerthrynne reached out and patted her head. [color=EBA536]“Trust me, Val. We’re not in as much trouble as it seems. We’ll be fine.”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“How’re you so sure, Scratch?”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Because I am,”[/color] he replied with a cheeky grin. That earned him a huff and a light slap on the forearm from her. He left things at that—he’d managed to, even if only for the moment, make her feel a little better, or at least distract her from her concerns. That was all that mattered. [color=EBA536]“So, should we keep going? Or would you prefer to keep questioning me, instead?”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“Stop it, Scratch,”[/color] Vallena said with a pout, but kept holding onto his sleeve as he set off at a brisk pace.

It didn’t take long after that for them to reach the end of the corridor. The [i]Stormrider[/i] gave Vallena a couple or so more unpleasant surprises with its sudden movements, worrying noises, and flickering lights, but she managed to stay calm, even if only just. As soon as Scaerthrynne opened the door a crack, she squeezed herself past him, through the meagre gap, and with a loud gasp—as if she’d been holding her breath since entering the corridor—she tumbled out into the airship’s lower engineering deck.

Scaerthrynne sighed and shook his head. [color=EBA536]“If you’re going to rush, Val, then the least you can do is to let us know if it’s safe to follow you.”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“It’s safe!”[/color] She called back.

[color=EBA536]“Thank you,”[/color] Scaerthrynne replied, grunting as he pushed the door as far back as it could, until it locked in place. He’d already known that it was safe, of course; he would’ve tried to stop her from dashing off ahead on her own, otherwise. Had this part of the airship—close as it was to the elemental core—suffered even a fraction of the damage done to the cargo hold, the [i]Stormrider[/i] and its occupants would be experiencing far, far worse than just a rough flight and some uncomfortable sounds. 

He stepped over the threshold and looked both ways along the hallway. It was wider and better lit than the maintenance accessway, but that wasn’t saying much. The bare, brassy walls were still much too close for more than two people, walking shoulder-to-shoulder, to pass. And while the lights here shone with warmer, yellow glows, their glows were still soft and dull. 

[color=EBA536]“This way.”[/color] He threw those words quickly over his shoulder at Ezekiel before hurrying over to another door just a few steps further up the hallway, in the opposite wall. As he turned the wheel to unlock it, and pulled it open, he said, [color=EBA536]“A few rules while you’re in my engine control room–”[/color]

Vallena groaned. [color=E579FF]“Aw, I already know, Scratch. You don’t–”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“It’s not for you this time, Val.”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“Oh! Oops.”[/color] The girl giggled sheepishly. [color=E579FF]“Sorry. I’m just really used to hearing ‘Val’ whenever you mention rules and stuff like that.”[/color]

Scaerthrynne paid her no heed. [color=EBA536]“One, don’t touch anything without my permission. If you’re not sure about anything, ask me. If I’m busy, ask Val. Two, in there, I’ve the final word. If I tell you to stop, you stop. If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I tell you to run, you run. That goes for you as well, Venn. The rest of this ship’s yours, but this part of it is mine. Just want to make sure that’s clear. Three, and most importantly, it’s cramped in there, so watch where you put yourself. I don’t want any buttons pressed, or levers pushed, or switches flipped by accident.”[/color]

Having said everything he needed to say, he passed through the door without another word.

The entry hall to the engine control room split into three paths. Open arches on his left and right, with thick curtains for doors, led to Val’s and his living quarters. Directly ahead laid the familiar, cluttered walkway he had as a workplace, with his table, the wall of dials and gauges, and the assortment of controls with which he could manipulate most of the [i]Stormrider[/i]’s subsystems. A strange, ethereal energy, warm against flesh, yet cutting to the bone with a chill, wafted through the air. The ceiling light’s pale glow wavered in its wake, and papers rustled, as if caught by an updraft coming through the floor. 

It didn’t take long for Scaerthrynne to identify the source of this energy—the heavy, reinforced hatch at the other end of the walkway, the one which led to the elemental core. He grimaced. The fire elemental wasn’t going to hold it together for much longer. He had to work fast. 

He had to focus.

Time to get to work.

[color=EBA536]“Val,”[/color] he called out sharply. [color=EBA536]“Go to the breaker board, now, as we’ve practiced. Eyepatch, take Venn to my quarters–”[/color] he pointed to the curtain-veiled arch to his right [color=EBA536]“–and do what you can for her wounds. You can place her on my bunk, and use whatever you find. I’ve some medical supplies in there. They’re not hard to find, just rummage around. It’s already a mess, so don’t worry about making it a bigger one.”[/color]

Then, he pulled out an arcane battery from his pack, handing it to Callandra but looking at Ezekiel. [color=EBA536]“I don’t know if you can pull power from one of these, but if you can, use it. I don’t need you passing out as well. If you can’t though…”[/color] He shrugged. [color=EBA536]“Keep it anyway. It might come in handy, some time, and I’m already up to my eyeballs in arcane batteries as it is.”[/color]

Scaerthrynne went straight for his table. The [i]Stormrider[/i]’s violent movements had done an excellent job of clearing it for him—almost everything he’d left on it was now on the floor—but he swept his hand across it, anyway, just to remove the last few odds-and-ends still loitering by its edges. Then, he reached for a long, cylindrical case, stashed in a basket lodged so tightly between the table and the wall that it may as well be bolted in place. The dark elf placed it against the right edge of the tabletop, turning it until his fingers found a thin slot cut along its entire length. Fishing out a leather tab, he pulled hard on it, and unravelled a large, canvas sheet from the case. 

He squatted to pick up a few of the heavier items he’d only just swept onto the floor and used them to hold down the free corners of the sheet. Drawn upon it in stark, black ink, were two views of the [i]Stormrider[/i]—its top, and its side. Geometric lines cut across the airship’s form, each denoting where an arcane line started and ended; where they split and where they converged, and where their safety valves were. Even with the size of the diagram, every letter and number had to be written in font so small that it could bring great pain to one’s eyes. Scaerthrynne, however, had pored over it so many times that he’d already gotten used to it.

Chewing on his lip, he turned and looked at the gauges behind him, particularly the ones that reflected the status of the engines. As he’d expected, the forward ones were all running fine, albeit at faster speeds and higher temperatures than they should. Given the circumstances, however, Scaerthrynne could ignore such relatively minor issues. 

The rear engines, however, were a different story. He reached across and slapped his hand on the big, red button of the intercom box. [color=EBA536]“Engine control to bridge, engine control to bridge,”[/color] he said loudly. [color=EBA536]“Engines six and…No, engines five and six are dead. No temps, no revs, but showing excessive energy consumption. I suspect a severe leak in the arcane lines within their vicinity. Engines seven and eight are still operational, but damaged. They are at half efficiency. I will shut them down to equalise thrust. That should return some control to the helm. Engine control out.”[/color]

He flipped a few switches beside the gauges for engines seven and eight, waited a second that felt like an eternity, and held his finger down on two buttons under the switches, one after the other. Only when every gauge showed him that engines seven and eight were no longer running did he remove his finger. 

[color=E579FF]“Scratch!”[/color] Vallena’s voice echoed from somewhere behind the wall of gauges. [color=E579FF]“All breaker switches are in the up position! No downs!”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Good,”[/color] Scaerthrynne called back. He turned to the circuit diagram on the table, his eyes squinted, and his brow furrowed as he followed the lines leading connecting the core to engines five and six. [color=EBA536]“Val! From now on you will repeat everything I say before doing anything! Flip these breakers: one-one-eight, one-one-six, one-one-seven, one-one-nine, and one-two-two!”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“Flip breakers one-one-six to one-one-nine, and one-one-two! Got it, Scratch!”[/color]

While Vallena went about doing that, Scaerthrynne returned his attention to the gauges. Specifically, a row of four arranged vertically down one side of the wall. These showed how much power remained in each of the airship’s Auxiliary Power Generators. It was a misnomer, as far as Scaerthrynne was concerned—they didn’t generate power as much as they simply stored it, akin to a larger version of an arcane battery.

One Generator, according to its gauge, was completely empty, while the rest were at either half, or a touch below half capacity. Once again, he’d expected this. The supposedly-empty generator had been stationed directly above the cargo hold. The explosions, terrible as they’d been, must have destroyed enough power lines to sever it entirely from the [i]Stormrider[/i], which would in turn explain why the other three were draining so quickly—they had to provide emergency power to their own sectors, on top of the ones supposed to be covered by the fourth.

That was good. His plan might just work, after all.

Scaerthrynne hadn’t been lying when he’d said that their situation wasn’t as bad as it seemed. He couldn’t deny that the Stormrider had been wounded grievously, but the crux of its problems, however severe they were, was ultimately a straightforward one. The explosions were a thing of the past—that the airship could survive this long with such major structural damage meant that Scaerthrynne could, for the moment, think of its hull injuries as a non-fact. 

That also meant that the main issue was, more likely than not, the elemental losing its mind in the core.

[color=E579FF]“I flipped them, Scratch! What next!”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Flip breakers two-two-seven, two-two-eight, two-two-nine, two-three-zero, and two-four-eight!”[/color] That would isolate the cargo hold completely, and stop elemental energy from flowing into the damaged lines there.

[color=E579FF]“Flip breakers two-two-seven to two-three-zero, and two-four-eight! Got it!”[/color]

Scaerthrynne looked over the diagram again. 

Based on what he knew of elementals, their energy was akin to a living being’s blood. Continuing from that analogy, that made the [i]Stormrider[/i]’s arcane circuitry its elemental’s blood vessels. A rupture would thus be similar to a bleed, but that was where the differences began. For a creature of flesh and blood, given time, an open wound would scab, and eventually heal itself. An elemental, however, couldn’t do that. Since they could simply generate more energy—more of themselves—to plug gaps, any sort of bleed would in theory last until the elemental simply generated too much, and underwent a catastrophic implosion. 

In this case, the [i]Stormrider[/i] had enough holes in its circuits that its elemental was now trying to push itself into components that were either disconnected, or no longer existed. If it was lucky, it was pumping energy to broken parts. A waste, but at least those parts were still finite containers. Scaerthrynne was more than certain, however, that most of the leaks led to the open air. And to an elemental, there were no differences between open, empty space, and an arcane container of infinite capacity.

That was why the elemental was in such distress—it was trying to produce more energy than it could, and much faster than it should, in an attempt to fill something that could never be filled. If the leaks were filled, and the elemental fed enough energy to keep it stable, the bulk of the [i]Stormrider[/i]’s issues should resolve themselves in due time. 

Scaerthrynne turned to the controls and flipped a row of switches. These would deploy the excess-energy bleed valves. They wouldn’t be of any use for now, but once power started flowing back into the core, they would be needed to allow any excess a safe exit in order to prevent any sudden power surges, the inverse of their current problem.

[color=E579FF]“Okay Scratch, what’s next!”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Wait one!”[/color] The dark elf called back and studied the diagram. [color=EBA536]“Breakers…Three-two-zero, three-two-three, three-two-four, and three-two…No, belay that, [i]four[/i]-two-seven, four-two-eight, and four-two-nine!”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“That’s…Three-two-zero, three-two-three and four, and four-two-seven to four-two-nine?”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Yes, correct.”[/color]

There was a pause, then Vallena said with uncertainty in her voice, [color=E579FF]“But…Wouldn’t that drain power to the generators? I thought we’re running out of power, Scratch.”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“It’s not a supply issue, it’s a distribution issue,”[/color] Scaerthrynne replied. [color=EBA536]“And with how many switches we’re pulling, we’ll need more than just bleed valves to deal with excess energy in the core.”[/color]

[color=E579FF]“Okay, Scratch! If you’re sure!”[/color]

[color=EBA536]“Of course I am,”[/color] he said. He bit on his lip, looked closely at the diagram, and then nodded, not to anyone, but himself. The entire aft section was probably riddled with so many holes that it would take Vallena more time than they had to hit every switch. There was only one solution left.

They had to shut the main arterial line linking the core to the rear half of the ship.

[color=EBA536]“Once you’re done,”[/color] he called out. [color=EBA536]“Flip breakers three, five, and seven!”[/color]