HeadOfPersonnel : Be very glad that the QuarterMaster isn't a head of staff.

You're at the entrance to the foyer just before the vault area. Looks like there used to be a (not up to code) barricade set up here to keep the Operators out. "Used to be" is the specific phrasing, because it looks to have been blown through with gratuitous ultraviolence. Beaten, bleeding, and burned crewmembers try to rally a counterattack, while others implore a retreat.

Scientist: ...didn't even wait, the bastard! He took the...
Chemist: We're not letting the son of a bitch get away! he...
CargoTech: He's not trapped in there! He just...
StaffAssistant: Kill him!! Kill him!!
QuarterMaster: Everyone! Everyone please.
StationEngineer: Someone... need to call ChiefMedicalOfficer...
HeadOfPersonnel: Status report.
QuarterMaster: M-ma'am, this is--
Scientist: ...muzzle of the damn gun and shoved it on my head! Do you have any...
StaffAssistant: No! Gotta escape!
CargoTech: I get it! I understand, it hurt, but we have to...
Chemist: ...load of acid straight to the...
StationEngineer: ...need to heal this...
Scientist: ...KILL the son of a bitch while he's trapped...
CargoTech: ...can't take him on!! We have to...

It's nearly impossible to hear what's going on.

HeadOfPersonnel : Consider a judicious application of authority.