The planet's law against instant movement flickered through his thoughts, a trivial thing, a mere suggestion etched into the air by those who feared the power they could not control.
A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips. He didn't give a damn about their ordinances. Let them write their decrees and post their warnings. Who, in all this spinning world, truly possessed the strength to stop him?
A soft sigh escaped Cleo's lips as she observed the empty space where Rex had stood. A familiar sense of hopeless fondness washed over her, and she gave a slow, resigned shake of her head.
He was utterly incorrigible. Then, with a thought that bent the same impossible laws, the air around her twisted, and she, too, vanished from the spot.
In the vast, echoing cavern of Docking Bay One, the war machine of the Planetary Champion was assembling. The scale of it was immense, a symphony of controlled might.
