The Friend-or-Foe indicator flashed on a helmet display. Another powered operative signal moved through the sublevel wreckage, though it was coming her way. Theia's bare hands pulsed with restrained energy as she recognized the ID code.
"I found a route through an intact maintenance shaft. Heading to rendezvous."
Naia's voice crackled over the squad channel. Shortly after, debris rained down as another orbital strike shook the facility. They had already grown infrequent and - with any luck - the satellites would be dealt with soon.
But it seemed like the foolish Navigator would get herself killed before that. Theia switched to their private channel while climbing up a twisted ladder.
"Negative. Work on getting yourself to the extraction point."
"Respectfully, you're not in command here."
The woman's tone remained infuriatingly professional and the blonde found herself sneering.