Sterile blue surgical floodlights bathed the operating theater in cold, shadowless illumination as heart monitors beeped in steady, urgent intervals.
Outside the observation glass, Kendra pressed both hands against the transparent barrier, her knuckles white as she watched the medical team assemble around the operating table.
"Keep the anti-vibration stabilizers locked onto the surgical frame," Vasa whispered, adjusting the dampening dials on the secondary console.
"Any sudden tremor from outside artillery could trigger the compression switch!"
"The government artillery batteries are completely silent," Yeda reported from the security post beside the door.
"Bradley's air sweep cleared their northern ridge an hour ago."
"Focus on the patient and maintain silence in the theater," the young commander said quietly, standing over Teren's exposed chest with his twin void daggers held in reverse grips.
"Serian, establish the biological mana loop now."
