"We'll get there," Scarlett assured her. "But security and air come first. We can survive on rations a little longer."
Jin looked at their faces, at their hopes and fears laid bare. He synthesized their needs into a single, clear path. "Security grid, then atmospheric processors. Let's make this place safe, then we'll make it a home."
He closed his eyes, and the Command Wing dissolved, replaced by a comprehensive, ghostly-blue interface that filled his entire field of vision. At the top, a status bar glowed:
[COMMAND WING - OVERALL STATUS: CRITICAL (17%)]
Below it, four main icons pulsed gently. He focused on [RESOURCES], and a new window expanded with cold, hard numbers.
• POWER: 12% (Drawing from Auxiliary Reserves)
└─ Consumption Rate: -5% per hour
└─ Warning: Grid failure imminent without primary source.
A cold dread washed over him. Twelve percent wasn't a buffer; it was a death sentence.
• WATER: 60% Purity (Recycled)
