A mech board screamed across the crystalline terrain of Sirius Beta, its repulsors carving trenches through alien stone as Kelvin pushed the machine beyond its design limits. Behind him, eight feet of pure nightmare thundered in pursuit, each footfall sending tremors through the ground that threatened to knock him off course.
'Well, this is just peachy,' Kelvin thought, banking hard around a spire of blue-white crystal that jutted from the planet's surface like a frozen scream. 'Three one-horns dead, my entire team slaughtered, and now I'm playing chase with their big brother. Today just keeps getting better.'
The Harbinger behind him was missing both sets of claws—they lay somewhere back in the kill zone along with the shattered remains of his energy blade and the bodies of his teammates. But that hadn't slowed the creature down. If anything, it seemed more enraged now, relying on brute force and those devastating shockwave punches that turned solid rock into flying shrapnel.
