N-XS lifted the Exohelmet slowly, first revealing a dazzling and perfectly symmetrical onyx-black face. Out of the helmet fell tresses of turquoise hair.

Aside from every feature bearing a slick layer of vomit, Styx was as beautiful as ever.

"What the hell are you doing out here? We're running out of time?"

N-XS expected a confrontation, but nothing prepared her for criticism.

"What?! But... the core is..."

"Ruptured?"

"Sabotaged!"

Styx rolled her eyes.

"Sabotaged? Are you malfunctioning? It's ruptured and needed repair. Have you forgotten your..." She winced in pain. "...your mission?"

"My... mission..." N-XS muttered.