Page 63 of Star Claimed Omega
Santi upped the ante, growling into their shared neural node network.Brothers, let’s fokk shit up!
That was the pack’s command to shift.
In the blink of an eye, the air onThe Sombra’sbridge rippled with supernatural heat as the five warriors let their aether ignite.
Santi went first, violet light erupting from his spine in a savage pulse.
His form elongated and flickered as his spectral wolf burst forth, a colossal, otherworldly beast with molten eyes and fangs like star forged sabers.
Beside him, Boaz and Zev howled as their bear-forms erupted, massive, phantom brutes wrapped in glacial smoke and golden fury, their paws smashing through bulkhead and bone alike.
Mak and Kaal shimmered into their wraith-state, black-veiled silhouettes rimmed in pale silver fire, phasing between dimensions as they slashed with claws of kinetic void.
Together, they moved like a storm-born pack.
Herding, beserking, slicing through the flanks, intruders falling not to brute force, but to precision, to unity, to an ancient and primal potency.
The enemy never stood a chance. They weren’t just overwhelmed.
They got hunted and mowed down.
Santi’s fangs went through one attacker’s neck.
He dropped him and cleared the way to the central console, blood slicking the corner of his mouth, copper-foul on his tongue, teeth bared like a war hound.
The bridge ofThe Sombraroiled with noise and action.
Alarms screamed red across the panels, haze from flash-bangs curling in the air like ghost fire, and booted bodies darted and slammed in a brutal, close-quarters dance.
Santi ducked another stun bolt that sizzled past his ear and buried itself in the command wall behind him.
His ribs ached. Someone landed a kick that rattled his spine earlier, but he returned it with interest, shattering the man’s kneecap.
Still crouched, he spit blood and roared, voice cutting through the chaos.
‘Strongmen, get the rest of the crew out! In one mike, we’re about to be free ballin’!’
Kaal, Mak, Boaz, and Zev moved fast, apprised of what they needed to do in under a minute.
The Signet Strong Guard didn’t waste time fighting the assailants anymore.
They redirected their efforts, darting past skirmishes and grappling with the human members of the Signet bridge crew.
They dragged their startled nav officers, pilots, and comms techs to the bridge’s side exits and the secondary airlock ports.
More stun bolts lit up the room, rounds smashing into walls, causing the helmetless Signet men to duck and dodge the fire.
One assailant, overconfident and cocky, yanked a Signet junior pilot toward him and barked something unintelligible, until Kaal shoulder-charged him through a panel door.
‘Clear of all personnel!’ Mak called out, vaulting over the last console as he slammed his elbow into another attacker’s jaw.
The man dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
‘Miral!’ Santi bellowed. ‘Environmental controls, to me. Now.’
The AI shimmered, stabilizing into view beside him.
‘XO, if you do what you’re about to -,’ she warned.
