"Karl, get up!"
Iora knelt beside Karl, her hands shaking as she gripped his limp shoulders.
His body lay sprawled across the workspace floor, his pale face slack, the cracked wrist device dark and lifeless beside him.
"Karl, wake up!" she shouted again. Her voice cracked, hoarse with desperation. Tears welled in her green eyes, spilling down her cheeks as she shook him gently, her fingers digging into his jacket.
Ryker shoved Ryn aside with a rough push, sending him crashing into a pile of shattered tech.
"Get a stim pack, now!" Ryker ordered. His voice cut sharp, his hands clenched tight as he scanned the chaos.
Ryn stumbled, his goggles slipping down his nose. "I'm sorry—I didn't mean for this," he muttered. His hands fumbled through the wreckage, tossing aside broken tools and sparking wires. Guilt etched deep lines into his face, his usual confidence gone.
