Gasps ripple through the troops. The civilians freeze. Soldiers glance sideways, eyes flicking between me and their commander. Some look uncertain.
Kanapa whirls toward me, venom coiled in his stance. “You dare?” His voice rises, splitting the morning haze.
I spit back, “I dare. These people are unarmed. This isn’t war. It’s murder.”
He laughs. A brutal, jagged sound that cracks hard against the sky. “You have betrayed loyalty, Darun. You have become soft.”
I step forward again, closer to the civilians than the soldiers. My ribs ache—old wound, not yet healed—but if I have to stand bleeding, I will. “There is no loyalty in slaughter. You lead us to darkness, and I refuse to follow.”
I see the soldiers shift. Some widen their stance, ready for orders. Others glance at their boots or the dust underfoot. The air is tight, electric.
Amy stands behind me, recorder raised. I see the pulse of fear in her throat. But she’s steady. Witnessing this. She steps forward slightly, enough that I feel her presence like a shield behind me.
Kanapa grinds his jaw. “You bring shame to your rank. You threaten mutiny?—”
“Then you force one,” I cut him off, voice low and steady. “Because this act—” I sweep a hand toward the civilians “—is not allegiance. It’s abomination.”
He lashes out. The megaphone falls, smashing on the crates. Soldiers raised weapons. Civilians scream. The world fractures sharp.
Kanapa surges forward like a storm incarnate. His cybernetic arm curls, charged. I meet him. Claws out, fists ready. Everything I’ve built, trained for, surges up. I don’t hesitate.
We collide—metal and muscle, sinew and circuitry. The air shivers. Sparks dance. I feel every jolt in my bones. His arm slams into my shoulder; I stagger. I twist, deliver a claw strike to his side. He grunts. The soldiers around us shift, some stepping back, others raising weapons.
Amy yells. “Stop—” but her voice is swallowed by the roar.
One soldier, voice cracking, screams, “Don’t kill him, sir, don’t kill them!” But the others stay rigid.
Explosions rip the camp open—like a beast awakened. Mines buried beneath tents and crates detonate in blind fury. Fire blooms in red-orange tongues. Smoke surges upward in black pillars. The ground quakes under my feet. One blast hurls debris; shards punch into metal, flesh, bone. Civilians scream. Babies wail. Soldiers are thrown off balance, weapons flung.
I grip Kanapa’s arm, wrenching him toward the ground. He snarls, his fuse lit. His eyes burn brighter than the blast fire. We roll. Armor grinds. Dust and sparks eat our vision.
I hear a bone crack. My ribs scream. My muscles burn. But I don’t relent.
A second explosion—closer. Flames lick the edges of tents. One soldier behind me shrieks, searing across his leg. He drops the rifle. A panicked scramble begins.
Kanapa drives a shoulder into me, forcing us apart. I stagger. He follows, fist swinging. I parry, rip a slash across his cyber-ridge, sparks arcing. He growls, strikes me through the chestplate. The punch knocks wind out of me; I gasp, taste blood and ash.
Amy is a silhouette against the conflagration, tears or sweat on her cheek, recorder held tight. I want to reach for her, but Kanapa swings again. I dodge, barely. My claw rakes his jaw. He reels. I surge.
The camp becomes a furnace of chaos—shouts, screams, crackling fire, collapsing tents, overturned crates. Civiliansscrambling to escape. Soldiers torn between orders and instinct. The smell of burning flesh, scorched electronics, smoke heavy in every breath.
I plant a foot, lunge, seize Kanapa’s wrist, wrench it with every muscle. He hollers. I feel his prosthetic hinge crack under my grip.
His expression flickers—surprise, rage, betrayal. He swings his free fist. I block. Crash. Fury.
I roar. My voice echoes across the carnage. “Stand down, or I bring this ruin upon all of you!”
Some soldiers stagger, guns wavering. Others stare. One drops his rifle and stumbles forward toward us. Disobedience. Risk. But he steps.
Another soldier follows. Then another.
The rank fractures.
Kanapa’s face twists. He lashes a kick. I intercept, block with my shoulder. The world shifts. He slams a plasma charge into the ground behind him—a warning blast. Fire leaps outward.
Buildings shudder. Everyone scrambles. The civilians huddle together, eyes wide, trembling.
Amy’s voice shouts something I can’t make out. She’s running toward us.
