They're right behind.

She winds her way back to the main hallway, then darts into another side passage, then stops short in the hall when she encounters the source of the howling-wind-sound sound from earlier.

A section of floor plating, a dozen meters into the passage she's entering, has been completely pierced. The hallway's atmosphere is rapidly venting through it into the vacuum beyond.

Bad.

    "Go report it," DZ relays, as Deskyl is already approaching the breach.

Shreya backs off. Ducks back into the main hallway, where the howling isn't as bad, and whips out her comm unit.

The hull breach continues to be a hull breach.

Deskyl takes her 'saber to an interior wall, slicing out a circle a bit larger than the hole. She moves quickly to place it over it while the edges are still hot enough to bond with the floor; it doesn't make a perfect seal, but it's enough to reduce the flow from a howl to a shrieky whistle.

Yeah. Procyon Station has got a whole lot of internal atmosphere, it’ll take a long while for a dangerous amount to leak through the small cracks now left.

(As she works, Deskyl catches a few flashes of bright light from the volume of vacuum outside. But then the hole is sealed and the passage is dark.)

She waits a moment, making sure the patch is secure and the breech isn't going to expand, and then jogs back to where Shreya is.

Shreya is already jogging off towards her SLAYER's docking ring via an alternate route!

She's out of line-of-sight but her footfalls and her determination are both easily detectable in the otherwise deserted halls of the station's underbelly.

A few signs and a nod later, she scoops up DZ and zooms to catch up with her.

The docking ring has twisted bits of metal jutting up through the hull plating. A few exposed power conduits are throwing sparks.

"My SLAYER..." Shreya is on her knees by the inner door of the airlock, staring down through it at the tangled mess below.

It's there, intact, it's just drifting away, the couplings having let it go.

It stops.

It comes back.

Her breath catches.

At first she can't comprehend what she's seeing, and then she comprehends but doesn't believe.

And then she starts undressing.

"DZ." Shreya points towards a locker recessed into the wall of the airlock hub. "Whiplash Bodysuits in there. Fetch me one."

"Yes Ma'am." She's quick about it.

Shreya appreciates DZ's help getting suited up: it's a nontrivial process to undertake on one’s own.

She'd actually been planning on piloting in her civvies, but with the airlock busted she needs EVA protection pronto. (No time to triple check the fit on all the joints, just have to make it vacuum tight below the neck, deploy the emergency breathing mask, and then secure a pressure hood to the collar...)

The station rocks again, a little more distantly.

Shreya's SLAYER finally reaches the mangled remains of the docking ring, and hangs there for as long as Deskyl continues to concentrate on it.

It doesn't take much concentration. She goes for the airlock.

The inner airlock is wedged closed pretty tight, due both to pressure differential and to structural damage.

But these obstacles are no match for The Power Of The Force (or, perhaps, The Power Of The Lightsaber)?

As Deskyl approaches the airlock, a pair of soldiers in full-enclosure armor come tromping around the corner.

One of them holds up a palm towards them and shouts: "Stay away from there! It's dangerous!"

Taking a lightsaber to an airlock is a bad idea, if you want the structure it's part of to stay habitable. She can give it a good shove, though.

She makes a face at the soldiers, and does so.

The second of the two soldiers lowers her weapon. She hisses to the lead soldier: "I think that's her. I think that's the one we're looking for."

The lead hisses back ("Radio it in.") and then takes a few cautious steps closer to Deskyl.

"Be very careful with that," the closer soldiers says. "It could decompress explosively..."

Deskyl gets the airlock open.

It decompresses explosively.

Shreya takes a running leap over the airlock's edge, tucking her arms in close to her body and plummetting down through the wreckage to the SLAYER below.

The wind whips past the soldiers, but a counteracting force steadies them. DZ doesn't move at all. Deskyl shoves the airlock closed again, and looks out to steady the SLAYER and Shreya until they make contact.

Then she looks back to the soldiers.

    "Where do you need her?"

The soldiers look at each other in apparent confusion.

"Uh. As far from here as possible?"

    "Where can she help."