MY BULLY PRESIDENT
Lucian stood in the center of the room, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his ceremonial blade, but he was outnumbered.
"I gave you every chance to lead with honor, Lucian," the Senator hissed, his voice echoing in the hollow room. "But you’ve chosen to be a lapdog for a defect. If you won't step down, I’ll remove you—and I’ll start by erasing the cause of your madness."
He leveled a high-output disruptor pistol at Thalynn, who sat calmly at the primary terminal.
Thalynn didn't flinch. His fingers were already moving, not across a physical keyboard, but through a localized haptic field he had projected earlier that evening.