Massive Disaster 5-31C

VI. The logo turned on its axis, the captive nebula of holographic projection points bright, sleek and stunning in an electric blue hue. A silent perpetual motion, the stylized symbol of the revolutionary young corporation, revolved in the air above the elegant silver of a podium bearing the same imagery. The events of today were…

Zedd flicked through the quarterly numbers without really seeing them, just letting the projected data blur and stack and slide. Profit margins. Efficiency upticks. Yield conversions. Stuff that mattered but didn’t matter. VEST unit production had broken target by over forty percent, which was nice, sure, but not enough. Not when eyes were starting to crawl…

“So…”  Zedd was once again thankful that he could control the polarization on his aviators, eyes rolling hard enough that it was a blessing they didn’t clatter out of his skull. It wasn’t his fault, really. He just couldn’t help it. Every time a certain Gunnery Chief opened her mouth, it was always something designed…

The gym was silent except for the rhythmic slap of feet against padded flooring and the low hum of air filtration. The space was wide, open, clean—Zedd liked clean. He didn’t like clutter.  At least, not in any space that wasn’t his lab. Too much clutter meant too much thinking. The floor-to-ceiling window stretched across…

“So, this is the plan?” There wasn’t much of a plan, actually. Zedd was realizing that quickly enough, when the new human Spectre had called them all for a briefing in the conference room. Even with the place packed with bodies of different shapes, sizes, and races, the filters kept the taste of the place…

Interlude 5 The shot opened with a shudder, lens struggling to stabilize through a wall of sound; the scream of a high-gain electric guitar riff peaking high as a skyscraping marvel filled the frame. The music was a sharp contrast to the sight, squealing tones against the brushed-metal floor-to-ceiling window elegance that was Victory Tower…