t move toward her, nor did he raise his hands in surrender. He simply stood there, a monument to a bloody past she had only read about in contraband archives. "Orders that saved three
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t move toward her, nor did he raise his hands in surrender. He simply stood there, a monument to a bloody past she had only read about in contraband archives. "Orders that saved three
...metal grating until her spine slammed against the primary console. She stared at him as if the shadows stretching across his face had suddenly coalesced into horns.
Elian stood frozen,
"...the butcher of the Orion Basin," she finished, her voice trembling. "The man who put half a million souls to the torch."
She scrambled backward, her boots scraping frantically against the cold
DNA profile: Alpha-01-Vance.* * "Vance?" Nyx choked out, her voice barely a squeak. "Elian, that’s the butcher
"I’m not your captain," Elian whispered, though the words felt hollow, dissolving into the hum of the re-energized deck plates.
He looked down at Nyx.
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