There was a loud thud and the scuffing of quick footsteps. A long, dark coat came to rest on the floor not far from Rock and Geoff. A black-clad blur dove flat behind a metal console.

While the others were distracted fighting amongst themselves, Seven had jumped to his feet, whipped off his coat, and flung it. It hit the ground with excessive weight, thudding loudly and flopping as if it had something heavy in it, before its owner darted away for cover. Then came the explosion.

Yes, crazy as it was, his coat was laden with explosives. It was his trump card, and perhaps why he wore the thing in the first place, besides his own ego. Many pounds of high-density polymer-bonded explosive detonated all at once, sending a fiery shockwave across the platform that decimated many of the consoles, heavily damaged the floor, and nearly knocked the distant command chair over yet again.

Smoke hung thick in the air. It was difficult to tell who was left standing, if anyone.This will be what varies in each unique ending. Expect ending threads to begin soon, hopefully tomorrow. The isolation field remained active.