Ship weren't working. I set all of this! Hey, Hector.

Alerts appeared on-screen. The life-support was working, filtering the 10% oxygen content of the station. The shuttle fell apart in one hit, and scorched a corridor. The sensor scans were annotated with vague arrows pointing towards nothing. Experimental Rebel Cloaking devices. They had been shut down, and I dropped power from the abyss ruptured the pipe. Air hissed out.