#Fox set off a small range sonic bomb he was holding

[workingchemistry]

Fox stabs himself with what has to be a stim and hauls himself up to his feet. Blood drips from his ruined stump at a far too steady pace on the cold metal but still Fox presses forward to the space microphone. He pulls himself up to his full height with the determination of someone about to deliver the one liner that will rally his men behind his coup. Senators all watch in horrified silence as he glances down at his missing arm and says, with great feeling, “Shit. I needed that.”

Then, without further warning, Fox crumples to the floor.