Brief high pitched noises.

“All stations, status update.”

“Engines at 85% capacity, my lord.”

“Control is stable and still within acceptable trajectory, but corrections will require some time.”

“Weapons ready in five, my lord.”

“Emitters?”

No answer.

“Emitters station, respond.”

A few more seconds pass. Inaudible muttering.

“Control to Ra: Emitters stable, bulkhead damaged. Detecting atmospheric leak.”

“Is the crew alive?”

“Negative, my lord. No life signs detected.”

“May Nut aid their way to Osiris. Where is the star serpent?”

“Apophis lifeform escaped detection soon after the last attack. Running deep scans now.”

“Good. We must be vigilant. Control, take over Emitters. Seal all doors.”

“Understood, lor-”

“This is Weapons! We saw the beast!”

“How? Control sees nothing-”

“It’s now underneath the ship! Atum’s word… it’s coming for us!”

“Weapons, fire at will-”

“We’re trying! We-”

A deafening roar drowns out the crew’s shouts before the transmission ends abruptly.