PANEL 1:
VISUAL: Her visor's HUD reflected in her eyes — a glowing map of the ship's interior. A blue line traces a route downward toward a room labelled REACTOR. She turns and runs deeper into the ship.
CAPTION: Root access. She owned the ship now.

PANEL 2:
VISUAL: She freezes mid-corridor. One hand on the wall. Her head tilts. A bead of sweat on her forehead. From beyond the door ahead — a LOW, ANGRY BUZZING fills the air.
CAPTION: A buzzing noise stopped her in her tracks. Patrol Drones.

PANEL 3:
VISUAL: Extreme close-up — the fibre optic scope's video screen showing six X385 drones. They are spinning-disk shaped, studded with glowing eyes around their rims, laser emitters glinting. They patrol in tight, aggressive patterns.
CAPTION: Six X385 battle-class drones. Deadly. Trigger-happy. Laser-equipped.

PANEL 4:
VISUAL: She holds up a small signal-jamming device. It's dusty, clearly old. She blows the dust off the top. Her expression is a grimace — half-dread, half-determination. She presses the switch.
DIALOGUE: SABOTEUR: (thought bubble) "I really hope this works."