“Retreat?” Aoba blurted. “Commander, that thing is heading straight for Earth’s orbital gate!”
Strue went first. A tentacle the size of a subway train, tipped with a diamond-hard beak, punched straight through her Goliath’s chest. Her scream cut off in a burst of static. Otomedius Excellent -NTSC-U--ISO-
That was the official story. The one the brass would tell the families. “Retreat
The Lord British didn’t explode. It was simply… absorbed. Pulled into the meat like a pebble into mud. “Retreat?” Aoba blurted. “Commander