Fifty four-mile-long Butcher Dreadnoughts fanned out across the dark void, forming an iron wall of death.
On the prow of the lead flagship, Supreme Commander Tu Ba stood behind reinforced energy armor. His skin was mottled gray like a dried shark, and a cybernetic butcher’s cleaver replaced his left forearm, humming with crackling purple lightning.
His moral integrity score floated above his horned skull in oily, toxic red numbers: -25/100.
“Launch the spatial saw-nets!” Tu Ba roared through his fleet transmitter, his face twisting with savage glee. “Slice the mother whales into five-ton steaks! Vacuum-seal the calves for our core-world VIP banquet! And bring me Lin Mo’s skull so I can carve it into a soup bowl for my private table!”
CLANG-WHIRRRRR!
Hundreds of heavy ballista turrets pivoted across the fifty dreadnoughts.
Massive spinning saw-blades, each two hundred feet wide and laced with dimensional tearing runes, shot across the void on glowing magnetic chains. The spinning saws tore through space dust, emitting a high-pitched metallic shriek that echoed through the fabric of subspace.
Lin Mo stood calmly on the observation terrace of the Sovereign Aurora, sipping a warm cup of jasmine tea Grandma Chen had handed him.
