Thunderblast pulls up a holo-map of the Vigilant beside her throne and selects a corridor lined with hab-suites with her fingers, highlighting one particular room in red.
“Deck three, habitation suite D-16,” she drawls. “I’ll see to it that our lucky ensign’s personal effects are moved out in short order.”
Shockwave looks down at his scorched legs and battered chest.
“…Perhaps I will seek medical treatment myself after overseeing Epsilon-5’s modifications,” he says.
Drone takes a step back, and the shockwave from Red’s punch sends him sprawling.
Clip runs at Split again, dragging her sword behind her as Red deploys a blaster from his left forearm.