Infected Energy Transmission

Staccato bursts of sickly green energy crackle from the medical console under Lowe’s command, its jagged arcs leaping from the emitter toward Ophthal’s torso. The transmission carries a wet, buzzing pulse that visibly warps the air, leaving trails of frost on exposed surfaces as if the cold were fleeing the contact. Ophthal’s uniform stiffens where it strikes, then slumps unconscious mid-sentence; the effect is instantaneous, spreading a metallic tang of ozone and antiseptic chill.