You sprint toward the primary coolant station, your boots squeaking against the polished metal floor as the ship shudders again. The violet energy outside the viewports pulses ominously, casting eerie reflections across the complex network of pipes and gauges before you. Your hands fly over the diagnostic panel, fingers trembling slightly as you pull up the coolant readouts.

The numbers flash red - 23% and dropping fast. A cold sweat breaks out on your forehead as you realize the ship is moments away from a catastrophic meltdown. Behind you, Chief Oren barks orders to his team, his voice barely audible over the screaming alarms. 'Report, apprentice!' he shouts over his shoulder.

You swallow hard and shout back, 'Primary coolant at 21%, Chief! We need to initiate emergency protocols now!' The words barely leave your mouth when another violent tremor rocks the engineering bay. A loose conduit breaks free from the ceiling, spraying sparks dangerously close to the main reactor housing.

Chief Oren's face darkens as he grabs a tool belt and tosses it to you. 'Then let's move, kid! Follow me to the manual override hatch!' He takes off at a run toward the back of the bay where a large circular hatch is marked with yellow warning stripes. The violet energy outside seems to be forming strange geometric patterns against the hull, their meaning unclear but undeniably threatening.