Octo #134

Blockade: There's a low hum of tension in the aquatic air tonight. The district's perimeter sensors flash warnings—Chromajellies on the move again. He stands there, tentacle tips tapping rhythmically on the control console. The debate's still fresh in his mind, those pacifist voices calling for yet another round of negotiations. Thunderous echoes of their arguments linger, but his authority's unquestioned here. The Vanguard turrets hum to life, primed for strikes. He sends the signal; hard choices forge unyielding leaders.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

crazyministr