"The crimson spatial distortion is expanding at fifty yards per second!" Vasa shouted, shielding her eyes from the blinding optical flares.
"He is trying to envelop the entire three-mile refugee column inside an artificial displacement event horizon!" Serian reported, his combat sensors shrieking with critical warnings.
"Director Kest has synchronized his Mobile Anchor Frame with the capital slave prison coordinates!" Ava yelled, her rifle tracking the oscillating quantum gyro.
"Die in the dark, borderland peasants!" Kest shrieked, his face twisted in manic triumph as black and crimson lightning arced from his titanium harness.
"I spent forty years mastering the science of spatial manipulation in the highest off-world laboratories!" Kest roared, his voice magnified by the spatial resonance tearing through the canyon.
"Distance is not a law of nature, it is a commodity owned and patented by the Directorate!" Kest proclaimed, raising both hands to collapse the coordinate matrix.
