đź“– Written by Galactic Horrors
When the Eighth Vanguard is cut off behind enemy lines, Strike Leader seizes a civilian orbital habitat and imposes control the only way his kind was ever taught: spectacle, terror, and pain made public. In the station’s central concourse, he oversees the first execution broadcast, expecting submission and discovering something worse: the civilians are less afraid of dying than of what his warriors become when the chemical discipline in their altered bodies begins to fail. That fear proves justified during a desperate boarding action against an enemy relief corvette, when one of most seasoned brothers cracks open in the middle of combat and tries to feed from a living prisoner. What looked like strain becomes diagnosis. Their gene-forged stability is collapsing, and the only thing keeping them sane is human cerebrospinal fluid.
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