More blood leads in, and most of the work benches and lab tables have been wrecked.
Two more Threshlings lay dead.
Laying against a computer bank, is Wilhelm. A strange rifle of some sort lay in his hands, his breathing harsh as he clumsily reloads a glowing green shell into the breach. Blood pools from his mouth and chest, one leg looks broken as well.
Behind him and to the right, tucked away, is Karis’ still unopened pod.