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"Duly noted." Scythe grunted as he exited through the main doors, Shrapnel Launcher at the ready. "I'll be on the bridge if either of you need me." Switching channels, he continued. "Fenriks, canst thou be of some aid to the Guardian Fenrir in the throne room? His throat was cut by a Shock Blade infused with Devouring Essence."

"We are still patching up casualties here," the Fallen doctor responded in an exasperated tone. "but I will send a team to the throne room to assist. His injuries may be too great for my skill, however."

"Anything helps." Scythe grunted back as he entered the bridge. While the hallway outside bore signs of heavy fighting--blast marks, bullet holes, and several traitor Dregs and Vandals that had been lined up against the wall and executed--the bridge was remarkably untouched. "All systems, sitrep."