A glitched recording starts, artifacts in both visual and audio data rendering the beginning nearly useless. It takes time before clearing up. Stops entirely and restarts to a clearer version of itself. The bridge visible once more, air hazy. Everything tinted red due to emergency lights. Blinking and beeping from various directions. "... -adensbericht!" Traudel's response delayed due to a coughing fit. Speech slower than usual. She appears sweaty. "... ... ... reactor survived, something still draining it slowly and i got some unexplained readings here. We run on auxiliary power. Hull took damage portside, integrity not compromised. Shield emitters overloaded. Likely blown. Sensors still out and refuse to accept returning power to them. Chronometer as useless as before. For everything else i will have to take a walk... my head hurts." "That... was a gas pocket and a half. Is anyone else... feeling warm?""So does mine, focus. We are not... being fired at yet, so they are either... ... trying to get back on their feet or perished. We must work on the former, lest the latter happens to us.""I do, Schneider. And i do not like it. With your permission i will check... check on the reactor first, sir.""Granted, ab mit Ihnen. We need power back."
Laboured breathing, sluggish footsteps and familiar corridors the only content shown for roughly half an hour. Traudel seems to lean or rest against walls often. Sometimes walking back the direction she came from only to turn around halfway. Her voice weak, somewhat whispering. "Old... girl. I will... will be there soon. Mama just needs t-... to breathe, ja? B-... breathe? ... ... ... breathe. Breathe!" Coincidentally exactly that picks up as the words are uttered in a frantic attempt to get back on her feet, stumbling and falling her way through the corridor. Prying open a nearby emergency kit shaky hands rip through its contents and pull out an oxygen mask. Several deep breaths later she gets up again, collecting two more masks on the way back to the bridge.