Kylus jammed his superheated thermal cutter directly into the center of the massive blast doors guarding the command center. The hyper-titanium bubbled and turned to liquid slag within seconds. He kicked the molten metal inward with brutal force.
The crew poured into the circular command room with their weapons drawn and auras flaring. A single figure sat in the oversized captain's chair facing the main viewport, bathed in the glow of tactical holograms. Kylus charged forward and grabbed the demonic general by the throat to rip the answers right out of his vocal cords. The rotted head popped clean off the neck and bounced across the floor plating.
Kylus stumbled back as the headless demon corpse slumped onto the floor. A small holographic projector attached to its chest flickered and died, dissolving the illusion of a living commander.
"What kind of joke is this?" Reva sneered while retracting her talons.
