The order was absolute.
The two flanking Dreadnoughts shifted their orientation. The massive, city-sized ships groaned as their maneuvering thrusters fired.
Their prows opened like blooming mechanical flowers, revealing the terrifying, swirling light of their main cannons.
A low frequency of vibration rattled the teeth of every living being in the sector. The light gathering at the cannons was blinding, turning the dark sector into a harsh, artificial noon.
~VOOOOOM!~
Two beams of concentrated, white-hot destruction fired simultaneously.
They were not simple lasers. They were streams of coherent plasma and weaponized gravity. They merged mid-flight, forming a single lance of energy thick enough to engulf a moon, screaming toward the tiny figure of Adrian.
There was nowhere to dodge. The beam moved at light speed. The lock was absolute.
