As Kael signed off, a young man's voice cut in from the co-pilot's seat, sharp and technical.
"The air quality is dropping significantly, Captain. High concentration of suspended metallic dust and traces of the Beast-bound virus itself. Looks like a recent battle or maybe a purge site nearby. We should switch the main carrier to filtered air," Dorian said, showing his brilliance in comms and chemical.
He sat stiffly, running diagnostics while Reed drove the scout vehicle with unnerving smoothness. Reed was silent, focusing on his task.
Kael turned to Dorian, his expression hardening slightly. "You heard the Captain. We're going in close. Report the air quality to the main carrier, then prep the jamming gear. We need to open a secure channel to the Capital grid. The signal is our priority."
Dorian frowned, his eyes flashing with professional irritation. "My analysis is critical, Kael. If Ren's sister is sensitive to the air—"
