CIC: 1045<br/><br/>Kol watched as the timer ticked down to Seventy-five minutes left, feeling a faint sense of uneasiness pass through the Ship as the ship entered what was generally known to be the outer limit of direct 'contact' with the Advent's potent Psi-powered abilities, well known for generally fucking with the minds of practically anyone aboard the ship.<br/><br/>Brig: 1050<br/><br/>She felt them calling to her, the soothing voices cutting through the haze of exhaustion, eyes lighting up as if inflamed from within. Slowly, she stood up, her wounds having been roughly bandaged, her joints and muscles screaming in agony as she stepped, slowly, to the door to her cell. Then, all she knew was light, and heat, and the knowledge that, as she died, she would take some of the Defilers with her.<br/><br/>CIC: 1051<br/><br/>The Blast was powerful enough to Rock the ship, The echoing explosion and tremor causing the vessel to visibly shift its course for several moments, even as Kol looked over at the damage control schematic, to see that several amber, and one red light had flashed on. "Damage, Report!"<br/><br/>A rating saluted and quickly responded. "Detonation in the Brig, sir. Crisis Response has the Fire under control, but we lost five marines in the initial blast, as well as the prisoner. The blast warped the bulkhead next to the Autofeeder for the Number three Autocannon on the port side, sir. It will only be able to sustain a third of its rate of fire to avoid risk of jamming."<br/><br/>Kol frowned, his large hands tightening on the safety rail around the central schematic. "We'll have to press on. Get some structural engineers up to see if they can fix the damage in under two hours."