The trio were practically overwhelmed by their telepathic union. It seemed to them that they were floating amidst a vast ocean whose waters were made of their own thoughts and emotions. Not that they were drowning in it, or were lost among it. In fact, it was the opposite. It was calm and serene a
Xylo: Agreed. We need more intel. Xylo: And if we do a fleet-wide vote, we’ll need that footage. Xylo: Just to show why we’re doing this. Raijin: However, their comms and circuits are totally closed off. Raijin: We will need to open a line and weaken their security. Raijin: Find a communication
The Fleet of the Corvus Republic lowered itself down to sensor range and hovered right above the much larger barge below. Up in the bridge, Rear Admiral Aurora commanded her gunners to fire, which they did with eager glee. The Raven’s Refuge’s broadside guns had all been faced downwards, and fired
No matter the weapon, they wrenched the armor off violently and revealed multiple circuits and systems underneath. Which they tore apart with even greater ease. The moment that the top-side operations tower had its first failure, Raijin snuck in her injection attack. There, she began to wreak havoc
Amarok reared her head back and howled, but unlike the enslaved wolves, hers was haunting and beautiful. The note pushed back against the Director’s tone, and kept it from taking full control of her. And as her mind cleared bit by bit, realized that Lucifer and Freya were still by her side. They we
Worse, it caused his aim to shift towards the goon next to him, and inadvertently sprayed him down with a heap of bullets. They tore through his armor at point-blank range and riddled it full of holes. The goon himself flinched and flailed as bullet after bullet tore into his body. By the time he s
Each of the First Feathers sat in The Nest, a highly secure room near the heart of the Raven’s Refuge. Its design held a simple elegance - circular in nature, with a slightly domed ceiling above, and well lit on all sides. A number of comfortable, high-backed seats were arranged next to each other
“Think about it,” Xylo added. “Animals that could shapeshift and potentially invade minds? It’s a wetwork operator’s dream existence. That’s a deep level of infiltration that has the potential to seriously upend entire nations. It’s way too dangerous, even for us.” “I agree,” Eva replied. “But the