Page 164 of Stars in Umbra
These were the highly trained operators Rina had robbed of Thrall’s credentials.
He touched the side of his helmet, and it glimmered away, folding into his suit.
Mo stood in his full glory, sigils glowing, eyes pulsing with white and gold radiance.
The lead man, dark-haired, lean, handsome, leaned in and stared. ‘I know you. You’re thekinaifrom the bar.’
Mo arched a brow. ‘What are you going to do about it?’
The man tilted his head, his eyes raking over Mo’s form, assessing his strength.
He nodded to his companions, and all three sheathed their weapons.
‘Nada. We spotted your infil on holo cams. You fight like a savage deity, and we know well enough not to mess with that shit.’
Mo jerked his head. ‘Then get thefokkout of this facility before I burn it all down.’
The trio crept past, staring in respect and wonder at him, then at Rina.
She trailed Mo like a ghost of vengeance, checking blind corners, dispatching snipers with cold precision.
Her blade was silver and final.
Together, they were a fury’s crescendo, too quick and lethal to contain.
‘Let them go,’ Mo told her.
She lowered her rifle, and the three men passed, their leader saluting as he stalked away.
Presumably towards a hangar, and a ship to get the hell out of dodge.
The couple smiled at each other and strode on.
Soon, they reached the command deck, which was sealed with a security lock.
Mo stepped forward without hesitation.
He placed his palms flat against the surface.
The glyphs on his body flared with such brilliance that they blazed through the seams of his armor, glowing in white and gold.
With a hum that deepened into an unbearable pitch, divine fire etched runes into the steel.
The door shattered inward in a controlled implosion, and haze bloomed from the chamber within.
A squad of elite guards met them with a cascade of gunfire.
Mo moved like wrath unbound, his strikes poetic in violence, graceful in annihilation.
One man managed to lift his rifle. Mo broke his fingers with a twist and kicked him into the wall.
Finally, the firing ended as the haze of blaster rounds clouded the air.
‘What do we have here?’ Rina murmured as the smoke parted.
A man smiled at them, seated behind the facility’s central command desk.
He reclined in the massive chair like a bored prince, fingers laced behind his head, boot heels up, and crossed at the ankle on the table before him.
