…go left

You head down the dark corridor, turning on your suits lighting as you push through hanging wires and ducting. You round a bend to see clear signs of battle. Scorched blaster impacts and blood. No bodies. “You getting this Lady Luck?”

“Yep.” Jenson replies.

Beyond the blaster burns this corridor looks undamaged.

You move cautiously through the wreckage, your suit's light bobbing as you navigate the twisted metal and debris. The smell of burnt circuits and ozone fills your nose. You can feel the tension in the air, a palpable sense of unease that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The left corridor stretches into darkness, but your suit's scanners indicate life signs ahead. They're faint, but definitely there.

Then you see a door. It’s been ripped off its hinges and bent. What could do that?!

You cautiously approach the mangled doorframe, your pulse quickening. The scanners are going haywire, blipping with erratic life signs. You signal back to Jensen and the Captain. "I've found something. A door. It's... it's not pretty. Definitely not alone… there is someone or something in there.” There is an emergency shield lock. You could seal whatever is in there or look inside.