Chessmaster, Pt 3

The Gorgon captain stood on the bridge, his mouth agape. He was utterly incredulous at being cut off, and anger slowly rose out of the surprise and confusion that he felt.

It wasn’t just that he had been slighted, but that he had been so utterly dismissed. Whatever offense he had endured seemed to escalate even while he stewed. Somehow, it was made worse by the person who had snubbed him.

Something about Lucifer unsettled him down to his core, and he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

And while the captain boiled over slowly, many of his officers on the bridge murmured amongst themselves. One of them leaned over to the officer next to her, and nudged him.

“You hear that?” she asked. “They said Lucifer was on their side. I heard he’s some crazy battlefield genius.”

The other officer scoffed, quietly.