Fortunately, Dark Schneider is dealing with a pearlship's worth of shellshocked Deep Ones who've just been a few meters shy of Ground Zero when the ancestral God of all their kind was destroyed. They don't really notice that last part.

("Okay, Winston! Yours is done! Cover me!" Ray calls out as he tosses the pack back to Winston to put on.)

"There is something yet to-" Lua'al-rei's gills flare widely; he grimaces and puts his hand on a smaller Deep One's shoulder. "Yet to be done."

("Set the packs on wide dispersal and maximum overload and aim for the center of the central rift!": Ray's still working on his own pack. "I don't have time to explain how it works, but we should be able to disrupt the PKE matrix holding that hole open and collapse it- and the others up here will follow suit!")

"The rift below the surface is still open. And growing wider."

(As Ray sets his screwdrivers down, the largest of the dog-sized spidercrab things charges at him. Ray's lightsaber is out and the snap-hiss barely has time to die away before Ray brings the weapon up, without looking, in an iaido move John Preston would envy. The parasitical thing falls to the ice with two entirely separate squelchy thuds.)

"Can you stop it?"