Bolts of electricity flashed from the lighting panels in the low ceiling. They danced their way down the walls, searching out ground. Each arc matched up with a deadly buzzing. The paneling that made the room pretty didn’t survive the… Rollin wasn’t sure what happened to him or the room. From the fallen suspended ceiling, something bad, the best he could tell. Possibly a blast… some sort of overpressure hit the place hard.
Somehow, he landed at the back of the room, back against the farthest wall from the entrance. From the floor, it was impossible to see the complete damage to the room, VR tables, or the people they held. The bloody hand that dangled not far from his face didn’t bode well for the other inhabitants of the station.
His coms were down. He had no flow of information from th
