First Class Lounge

A compact, well-appointed chamber for high-status passengers, marked by polished metallic surfaces and muted recessed lighting. The area serves as Fisk’s monitoring point for the CET projection breach. Costa, Dymond, and Tryst intercept here, their movements tense as Fisk’s paranoia sharpens the air. A malfunctioning holoprojector flickers near the entrance, its static casting fractured images that mirror the room’s fractured command structure.