“That would be Salvo,” Forcep says.
On the beach, Salvo had taken charge of a small force of allies, who had set up amongst the rocks.
Salvo looks up, listening to the gunfire echoing from above.
“They’re shooting at something,” she says. “Long as it’s not us, we should be good.”
The shield would offer little protection- only enough to perhaps just save Actaeon from certain death as the plasma overloads and destroys the energy shield in a great explosion. Actaeon would not escape without great injury.
The blade sinks into Nova’s hand, eliciting an annoyed growl from the Prime as he draws his arm back.
The smoke clears to reveal Nova standing on the platform, his armor bearing a plethora of dents and scorch marks from the explosions. The injuries gave off a strange blue-green glow.
“I was hoping to get another moment or two before I had to slaughter you all,” he growls.
“Oh, well. I guess if there’s one thing I’ve learned after a million years of unending torment, it’s that you can’t have everything you want…”
“Now can we attack?!” Lurch shrieks.
“That’s as good an invitation as any!” Topside quips. In one fluid motion, he deploys his rifle from his forearm and opens fire.
In the control room, the miniature of the island shifts to display the transformed city below, and projects holograms of the enemy warships above Salvation.