Sascha checks the status of the ship... It's unsalvageable.
HP: 2/20
Military Weapon: +1 DMG
Trinkets:
3/3 Defense Style A: 2 damage is detracted from last incoming attack.
1/1 Defense Style B: Nullify damage from the last attack.
Telekinesis: 0/2 Offensive Style B: Attack does double damage, and detracts 1 health from opponent every remaining turn. Recurring damage effect stacks.
The daywalker was done for, and just on the other side of the putrid corpse was the control room. Sascha willed himself off the floor, sparking slightly with the effort. Just a few more steps. He braced himself against the wall and dragged himself onto the bridge.
For a brief, horrifying second, Sascha thought they were in the wrong room. Then he realized this was what a ship's control room looked like with the power on. The control room had power. Sascha felt his bloodpusher lurch. He stumbled into the main console and took the seat at the helm. Just like he'd learned at the research center--like he'd done a number of times before. Sascha clicked the buttons and flipped the switches. The displays flickered to life. The generators whirred.
And then everything went red.
"Wh... What..."
Every monitor on the bridge flashed red. Each seemed to be displaying a different warning. Hull breaches. Instrument malfunctions. Fires had cropped up and burned out all across the ship during its sweeps in space. It was unsalvageable. "No... NO!" Sascha's fists hammered the console, denting it. Red bands of lightning flashed across the displays, cracking two of the monitors. Sascha yelled wordlessly. "All of that! ALL OF THAT! All of this for USELESS GARBAGE!"
Sascha shot to his feet. He stumbled, but showed no sign of slowing down. "Blow it all to hell. Blow it ALL to ******** hell. Take me with it! <********> Sascha lowered his forehead to the console. His hair billowed up behind him. A muffled wail bit the back of his throat. One by one, each display shattered and crumbled in on itself until every warning was distinguished. The control room went dark.
Sascha stayed like that for a while. When he stood back up, he did so slowly. His face was tense, but flat. He walked back into the preceding room. "Gather yourselves. We're moving out as soon as you're able. Aerona, you're in charge of setting the boxes. Mahmud, Cerpin, if either of you need help walking, you can lean on me. I've still got two working legs."
Sascha kept walking.
"We're done here."
Minibosses Slain: 3/3
Ship Advancements: 11/16