A second mutant jumped from a catwalk. Nakamura flicked her wrist again, wrapping the Leash around its ankle, and slammed it into a third mutant. The two bodies crumpled. “Bowl-a-rama! +100!”

The last thing Captain Echo Nakamura remembered was the cold suck of a decompression hatch. Now, her boots were welded to the steel floor of a derelict space hulk, and her right arm had been replaced by a throbbing, organic-looking cannon that smelled of ozone and burnt sugar.

Nakamura didn’t shoot. She flicked . The Leash lashed out, snagging a Screamer mid-lunge. She yanked it into the air, then slide-kicked a floating barrel of fuel. The barrel exploded, engulfing the pulled enemy in a fireball. Lola cheered: “Fire in the Hole! +50 Skillshot!”

Meridian clapped her on the shoulder. “You just kicked a man into a planet-killer. That’s a new one. Gotta be worth a thousand points.”

Meridian was cackling, unloading shotgun shells into the fray. “Go for the eye! The big stupid eye!”

Finally, the core room. General Kael stood on a gantry, his own arm fused with the God Hammer’s trigger. He was a giant, his skin flayed and replaced with woven circuitry. He laughed.

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