BamBamBam
The imperial guards descended from the spacecraft in perfectly aligned rows. Unlike their commander, Holak, none of them showed any great enthusiasm—yet none showed fear either. Their expressions were steady beneath their helmets, calm and still like a summer pool of water. Their heartbeats were regulated, their breathing controlled, their presence disciplined and unnervingly composed.
Every time five rows disembarked—twenty-five imperial guards—they immediately surged toward the nearest space beast without exchanging a single word or signal between them.
The first group assaulted a particularly massive space beast—an enormous octopus-like creature with eighteen massive tentacles.
Instantly, the squad divided themselves in flawless harmony, without communication, without hesitation.
