Backblast Control System

The ship’s unstable power core pushes its overload systems dangerously close to critical mass. Warnings flash crimson across the bridge consoles as alarms scream through the corridor. Rorvik’s fingers hover over throttles calibrated for precision, not survival, while Packard and the crew brace for a blast powerful enough to vaporize matter. The atmosphere stinks of ozone and burnt metal, thick with the tension of a gamble that could either carve an escape route or erase their coordinates entirely.