Adrian didn't even flinch. He stood calmly in the cockpit, the tension coming off Greg washing over him like a tide hitting a rock.
"And why so?" he asked simply.
Veins began to bulge on Greg's green face, throbbing with irritation. "You dare question a direct order from the Concordat? This is your last chance to surrender peacefully, Prometheus."
"And if I choose not to?"
Greg's anger flared and his eyes glowed with toxic light. "Then I'll make you myself!"
~FWIP-FWIP-FWIP!~
Multiple spheres of concentrated, glowing green energy launched from Greg's hands at ridiculous speeds. They screamed through the confined space of the cockpit, aiming to strike Adrian.
Adrian didn't panic. To his evolved senses, the projectiles were moving in slow motion. He swayed with minimalism, letting the spheres pass harmlessly over his shoulders and under his arms.
~PSSSH!~
But the spheres smashed into the bulkheads behind him, and instantly erupted into thick clouds of corrosive green gas.
