Main Lock

A narrow reinforced corridor with heavy blast doors at either end, its steel walls etched with the pitted scars of old fire suppression system discharge. Emergency lighting flickers in uneven pulses, casting deep shadows over comm terminals blinking red and green in frantic distress. The air smells of ozone and burnt insulation, thick with the mechanical whine of failing systems. At the far end, Gentek stumbles against a terminal, his fingers scrambling across the interface as Sevateem forces batter the main entrance. The space is claustrophobic but functionally vital, a choke point whose failure would compromise the entire lower section of the facility.