Octavian Karr
Karr rounded the corner to the first control room that had any Federation staff still in it. Staff had already deserted the last two stations. Cowards. This was a major control room. Four handlers and two technicians remained inside. His hair was a mess, and he was sweating through his uniform by now.
"Someone get me drone footage." He yelled at anyone who would listen. "I want the nears pulse drones to be recalled into the headquarters and to target Building E, immediately." The handlers stood there, looking at him. No one was moving. "Anyone." He pointed at the closest one. A young kid. "You. Bring up the drones and . . ."
Halfway through his thought, he realized something was off.
All four of them stared at him with the same expression. It was the same emotionless expression the techs had. "Have none of you seen a commander before? I said bring up the drone feed!" He pointed to the nearest terminal, but no one moved.