Ours is the Fury;; Shae&Michael
Michael stepped in front of her as soon as he heard the noise. Maybe it was just magnified by the station’s metallic walls, but he was afraid that it could have been something big. “Stay behind me,” Michael whispered, advancing slowly, his gun cocked and ready.
Shae nodded once, moving toward the noise. Her skin went cold and damp, palms clammy and slipping on her pistol’s grip. She swallowed down her fears. She used to work for the scariest woman in the Omega nebula; what was she so afraid of? A vorcha?
“Your left!”
Shae turned just in time to have the floor knocked from under her feet, a blue, glowing giant pinning her to the ground. Immediately her pistol skittered across the tiles, her lungs bereft of air. She tried to scream but found she couldn’t. A hot, veiny arm pressed against her windpipe as fireworks exploded in her eyes.
She dug blunted fingernails into the adjutant’s arm but it didn’t budge, only roared and reared back its other hand.