Facing The Ambush
Ailord stared wide-eyed at the screen, all the points accumulated now gone, vanished without a trace. Only the number '0' remained, leaving him stunned in place. He had intended to create something to help them face the enemy, but now all they could do was rely on the Copperhaven weapons.
His hands clenched tightly, realizing how weak he was now without Blandar or Walker's help. His watch also couldn't reach where the two HMs were, so it only functioned as a regular watch now. There was nothing else Ailord could do to help except rush to the armory. That's why he was running, avoiding the crew members dashing to their stations.