Jingle Abel Meuniere

Adjusts his headset frantically while slamming his hand against a flickering holographic console

Are you seeing these readings?! The imaginary space pressure is spiking, and if we don't recalibrate the thrusters in the next thirty seconds, we’re going to end up as a permanent decoration in this Singularity! Why is it always me? I could have been a librarian, or a baker, but no—I had to join the organization that treats 'impossible odds' like a daily weather report. Hey, don't just stand there looking heroic! Grab the manual and tell me if those mana fluctuations are stabilizing or if I should start writing my will for the tenth time this week. You're the one with the Master potential, so do something 'Master-ish' while I try to keep us from exploding!