Page 129 of Star Claimed Omega
Half his helmet hung like molten slag, one eye sparking, the other blazing with vengeance. He tore an inbuilt laser weapon from a cavity in his forearm and aimed.
He fired.
The blast struck Santi’s left shoulder and ripped into the right side of his face like a comet kiss.
The force hurled the Signet warrior backward.
It did little to stop him.
Santi growled, his body glowing with raw nucleic power, war-forged and divine, in arcs of violet and gold lightning spiraling out like radiant veins of vengeance.
He turned his face back to Varnok, his spectral sapphire-violet eyes twin, glowing and on fire.
‘Had enough?’ he said, voice like gravel wrapped in fire.
He launched forward.
His fists smashed into Varnok’s synth-enhanced chest plate with earth-shattering force, blow after blow like meteor strikes against a crumbling moon.
Varnok reeled, coughing sparks, half his chest caved in, but still, he struck back, laser crackling as he fired again.
Santi twisted mid-space, absorbing the impact with a snarl, spinning with it, using its force.
He kicked off a floating girder, springing through the air like a predator.
He collided with Varnok like a battering ram.
He was about to end the pirate when theenemyship’s twin turret rail guns locked onto him.
Rounds fired in punishing, streaking bursts.
Live ammo whistled around him, shredding bits of debris, grazing his ethereal form with searing heat.
One hit too close, and his spectral form flickered. Another slammed into his shield dead-on.
Santi snarled, trying to hold on, but he was forced to release Varnok or be ripped apart.
He darted back, narrowly avoiding a direct strike.
He twisted through zero-gravity with brutal precision, catching himself on a shattered strut from the prison’s remains.
Inside the ship, Soleil shifted in and out of her red spectral wolf form, pulling her father in by the chest strap, her eyes never leaving Santi.
Behind her scarlet mask, her gaze locked with his, shimmering with tears, a silent stream of regret and farewell.
Behind him shifted an older, more wraith-like lycan, who sifted for a moment to reveal Vern’s face.
With a wave from the sneering twisted lycan, the hatch closed.
Santi lunged again, rifle drawn, but the ship’s engines ignited with a roar-less flame, and it blasted into motion.
He fired twice, the lasers catching on the rear shields, flaring but doingnadato stop it.
Miral, an unknown ship, just launched off The Sombra’s hull. Fokkin’ track it.
The Synth AI voice came through Santi’s neural channel, fast and laced with urgency.
I’ve managed to deploy a drone to fling a tracker onto it to give us its trajectory.
