A large explosion could be heard suddenly, followed by a scratching noise of metal against metal. Light in both the observation deck as the pilot room would be flashing by now, a delicious red color. The light flashed on and off for what seemed hours until if finally turned orange. The color indicated a fire and a hull breach. The emergency safety mechanisms would have kicked in sooner, yet they had not. Just when the light turned orange Lance entered the room. The man had the widest grin on his blackened face. He was covered in burned cinders and dust. He coughed up a some black smoke as he took a seat on one of the chairs. He flexed his left arm and threw a strange device on the table. A large –Thud- was heard when it impacted.<br/><br/>“Captain!” He yelled on the top of his lungs. He did not even register if the man was present or not, simply howling down the corridors of the ship. “I have made progress on my new design. The mark II Leviathan appears to be fully capable. It’s effectiveness has acceded my original expectations by 21,45%.” He beamed as he said that, an innocent childish grin almost. “Also I will be requiring new quarters. My previous one is… missing.” He beamed once more as he grabbed a small wrench and placed it on the weapon, casually whistling a tune as he began to tinker on it.