Taking From Black Kite To Wanderer-7

HUMMMMMMMMMMM!

A huge surge of clean cerulean power came pulsing up the forty meters of the docking sleeve and slammed into the raider's distribution bus.

The ceiling strips in the corridor outside flickered once and caught, and the red emergency glow died all at once, replaced by the cool crisp white light of the Wanderer-7's auxiliary grid.

BZZZZT-CLICK!

A working speaker bolted to the bulkhead crackled to life above them, followed by a dry familiar chime that sent an involuntary shudder down every spine in the room.

CHIME!

[Well, well, well, How barbaric. Crew Unit Chloe continues her magnificent career as a one-woman demolition crew… This unit had barely finished its handshake before you turned that very expensive piece of optical computing into decorative glitter.]

Camila let go of Harper's glove with a shaky laugh that was half a sob, and Jin-Ah closed her eyes inside her helmet.