Vox motioned with his hand for the four warriors on each side to circle around the crate. There was nowhere for Antrox 157 to go. He was dead, he just didn’t realize it yet.
Vox looked up and with a swift leap, he landed on silent feet on top of the crate. Running along the edge, he could see the Antrox jerking nervously back and forth, trying to keep the openings to the crates in his view. He never looked up. If he had, he would have used the laser pistol on himself instead of worrying about the other warriors.
Vox dropped down behind him when 157 turned again. He reached his hand around and gripped the thin creature’s wrist, snapping it like it was a twig. Antrox 157’s screams filled the cargo bay before they were silenced as Vox lifted the creature up and slammed him against the crate
