CHOO-CHOOOOOO!
Less than three minutes after the fifty Iron-Wolf warships crashed onto Impound Asteroid #1, the high-speed Dry-Well Municipal Patrol Train glided smoothly out of the far end of the ten-thousand-mile tunnel and pulled up alongside the asteroid’s dusty rim.
The heavy iron doors of the five passenger cars slid open with a crisp hiss.
Out marched Old Wei and General Tie Zhan at the head of five hundred elite Star-Train security guards. Every guard wore gleaming black-iron armor forged on Moon Three, carried a standard-issue Furnace-Blood repeating spirit-crossbow, and had a heavy pair of magnetic handcuffs clipped to his belt.
On the asteroid’s gray surface, the five thousand Iron-Wolf pirate soldiers were still groaning and trying to untangle their legs inside the upside-down pyramid of fifty glued warships.
At the top of the heap, General Iron-Fang finally managed to grab his horned helmet with both hands and twist it ninety degrees around so he could see through the eye-slits again.
“Ugh... my neck...” General Iron-Fang spat out a mouthful of asteroid dust and glared down at the five hundred neatly lined-up guards surrounding his wrecked fleet. Even though his boots were still glued upside down to the prow of his flagship by Old Guo’s flypaper aura, he puffed out his armored chest and tried to put on his fiercest warlord voice.
