"Help me detonate this warhead, Vane, or I will send Vanguard the exact coordinates of your private escape shuttles right now!"
Christ’s screaming voice echoed through the static-choked speaker, vibrating off the obsidian walls of the virtual council chamber. A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the gathered aristocrats as they stared at the flickering holographic display in sheer terror.
Lord Vane wiped cold sweat from his forehead, his hands trembling as he stared down at the emergency terminal. The panicked breathing of the councilors filled the dark room, replacing the arrogant aura they had possessed only moments prior.
"He has completely lost his mind," Lady Cassandra whispered, backing away from the table as if the terminal itself were infected with poison. "If we assist hi
