Drakador_Chaos
(Actually the Citizens are all sealed inside planetary alpha-grade stasis fields, it's only the remaining navy ships that have saved themselves, because the Citizens are safe- in a manner of speaking. Nothing can touch them but they are time-frozen.)
Blak shakes his head.
"Son of a bitch, Primary said..."
He clenches his fists, and stands up.
*PRIMARY! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, AND BY SOL, I AM COMING FOR YOU! IF IT TAKES A HUNDRED YEARS I WILL CRUSH THE LIFE FROM YOUR CPU WITH MY OWN HANDS!"
He then opens his blazer and shirt, and rips away the top the hastily added metal plate concealing the hole in his chest, reaching inside, he rips a small piece of machinery away, and hurls it into a nearby snowdrift, bending the plate back, he re-buttons his shirt and Blazer, and rubs his hands together.
"Rightio then, that's the theatrics dealt with, what next I wonder?"
He smiles and starts to amble off toward the entrance, and the waiting shuttle.
"Come on Crimson, walk and talk, we haven't got all day!"