There was a loud rumbling noise as the immense force of the Moebius reactor’s explosion crashed up against the sturdy failsafe door, and Lori lay on the floor, gasping for breath. The thick metal door had almost closed before she was safely out of the reactor chamber, and it was only her flying dive through the narrow space left that saved her life.
A ghostly form appeared before her, and she waved at it. Electrik grinned, and extended a hand to help her up, which she gladly took hold of. Thankfully, she wasn’t shocked by contact.
“So I take it that the reactor’s been covered,” Electrik said, as he hauled Lori to her feet. “How’d it go?”
She snickered. “Easy pickings. This gun did a number on it in a second flat. Kudos to your brother. By the way, how are you faring?”
“Oh, much better than before, thanks. I don’t usually burn out like that, but when I do it hurts like nobody’s business.”
“I’d imagine,” Lori mused. “So, shall we get out of here?”
“We shall. The others could use some help.”
With that, they were gone, and the Moebius arm was soon empty once again.

“Buster?”
The turtle in question turned to face his brother. “Yes, Slicer?”
“Tokivi wants to see you. He says it’s important.”
Buster nodded, and Slicer moved aside to reveal the lizard second-in-command, who saluted stiffly. The turtle saluted back, impatiently, and his lips were curled downward into an irritated frown.
“Well? What hindrance do you have to report to me this time?”
Tokivi was taken aback slightly by the harshness of the inquiry, but he regained his composure quickly. “Sir, two of the reactors have been destroyed by the rabbits. Both the Moebius and Caduceus reactors are gone.”
Buster turned his back on the lizard, sighing and rolling his eyes in frustration. “Wonderful. How much I wanted to hear that.”
“We’ve also detected a ship attached to one of the satellite’s exhaust vents. We suspect that it’s how the rabbits got into the Eschaton in the first place.”
This was some good news. The silver-shelled turtle turned around again, slowly, with a wide grin on his face. “Reeeally.”
“Yes, sir. It appears to be a destroyer of some sort. No model like it is used by our forces… or by the Carrotans, either, for that matter.”
“Good. Destroy it. If we can’t keep those furry buggers out, then we’ll lock them inside the Eschaton instead, and we’ll deal with them from the inside. Besides, even if this whole station goes down – and I can be safely assured that it will not, am I correct?” Buster narrowed his eyes dangerously at Tokivi.
“It w-won’t, sir…” Tokivi mumbled, clinging to his composure under the ice-cold stare of his superior.
“Good. Now then, you know what you have to do. Get doing.”
“Yes, sir.” Tokivi saluted again, then strode quickly out the door. Buster sat down comfortably as Slicer entered.
The younger turtle sneered. “Destroy the rabbits’ method of escape, thereby trapping them inside the satellite. You are a genius, brother.”
Buster smiled coldly. “That’s how I got to the top, brother.”
They laughed.