Sontaran Energy Weapon Smoke

A sharp burst of grey-white smoke erupts from the discharge port of a Sontaran energy weapon, billowing into the cluttered office air. The cloud curls aggressively toward the ceiling, carrying with it the acrid tang of burnt metal and scorched circuitry. Jamie instinctively recoils as the volley cuts down a fleeing scientist, the smoke marking the lethal vector of the barrage. Its rapid dissipation leaves behind the unmistakable smell of cordite, mingling with the sterile antiseptic scent of Dastari’s collapsed form still sprawled across his desk.