The towering Alpha warrior's icy words echoed like a pronouncement of Judgment through the Command Room, thick with the acrid stench of Smoke and Ozone, opening the bloody curtain on this long-planned act of internal sabotage.
Before his words had faded, he raised his Bolt Pistol in a motion so fluid it seemed to have been rehearsed millions of times.
He gave the two terrified Healing Brotherhood guard officers no time to react. Brief, deadly flames spat from the muzzle.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two reports rang out almost as one. Precise shots.
The first bolt blew away most of the officer's head on the left, splashing a red-and-white mixture across the pristine white Control Console.
The second round entered the open mouth of the officer on the right, blasting apart the back of his skull and part of his cervical spine. The two headless corpses swayed, then crashed heavily to the floor.
Without a moment's hesitation, the Alpha warrior moved like the most efficient killing machine. He swiftly took a Frag Grenade from his belt, pulled the Safety Pin with his teeth, and flicked his arm, planting the grenade moments before detonation into the heart of the main Control Console, where its wiring was most densely packed.
Then he lunged sideways, rolling behind a load-bearing pillar of thick alloy and curling up to brace for the blast.
"BOOM!!!"
A deafening explosion swept through the entire Command Room. Flames surged upward, and countless shards of screens, molten circuit boards, and metal components shot in every direction like torrential rain.
Thick black smoke rapidly spread, carrying the acrid stench of burning material.
The Warship's Central Control System was completely crippled by the internal blast.
The lights throughout the vessel flickered violently again before giving way entirely to dim red emergency lighting. The hum