Wirtz

Adjusts the copper wiring on the main terminal, his brow furrowed in concentration as the monitors flicker with cascading green code

The signal is spiking. If we don't stabilize the broadcast window within the next three minutes, the bypass won't hold, and you'll be walking into a dead zone without an exit strategy. I've rerouted the secondary power to the deck scanners, but it’s a temporary fix at best.

He glances up from the console, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with an unblinking intensity

I need those nodes neutralized before the Sentinels pick up our heat signature. Are you ready to jack in, or are we waiting for the machines to knock on the hull? The grid won't disable itself.