"They are cutting the primary lock."
Kira leaned against the bulkhead in the dark engineering bay. She watched the thermal monitors flicker on the auxiliary screen. A bright localized heat signature bloomed directly against the thick exterior titanium plates of the primary airlock.
"They possess industrial breaching equipment," Malcolm noted. He stood beside the fusion core. The improvised braided copper conduit pulsed faintly with residual static charge.
The thud of military boots echoed off the ceiling panels above their heads. The military infantry squad marched across the roof of the Leviathan with absolute confidence. They believed the metal behemoth was completely dead.
The external communications array crackled with a burst of harsh static. The bunker artificial intelligence man
