The science lab of Admiral Slone's vessel was more of a production factory for Doctor Ren's gas. Bright magenta clouds filling tubes and tanks across her lab, funneling into canisters strapped onto backpacks. Doctor Ren studied the canisters, smiling as they filled with gas, her own eyes glowing the same bright color.
Suddenly, an officer barged in, carrying a data pad in each hand. "Ma'am, Sloan wishes to speak with you on the bridge..." The officer said, trying to not set off any of the gas technologies. Ren sighed, reaching for what looked like a mask on the desk.
"What did I say about disturbing me in my lab?" She asked, toying with the respirator, some of the magenta gas contained in two small compartments on the cheek.
"To... to not disturb you, lest we want to become-"
She suddenly swung around, slamming the mask onto the soldier's face. It suddenly expanded, clasping around the man's neck and securing the device to his mouth. He attempted to scream, but the gas began flowing and with each breath he took, it entered his lungs. "That you would become the next volunteer!"
The man's groans lowered and his eyes and veins began to glow the same magenta as the gas, calming him. Pleased with the results, Ren hummed, pointing to another section of the room. "Now go stand with the other volunteers. I'll be back momentarily." The man nodded, slowly entering the lab and standing alongside twenty of thirty other masked individuals.
She collected her belongings and stormed out of her lab, her heels echoing through the halls of the Destroyer. Sloan wanted her gas to kill, but she knew that was bad for business. What good are dead customers. She scoffed at her partners antiquated way of thinking and entered the lift, heading for the bridge.