D Scion

> > Scion’s golden light was distant.  He turned, then began advancing towards the portal.

> > It was more like the zap from a bug zapper than a shot from a gun.  There was a distortion, like one saw with a shimmer of heat in the air, and Scion was punched out of the sky, leaving behind a golden streak of light.  The path suggested he’d disappeared straight out of the atmosphere.

> > “Sources corroborating the visual,” Tattletale said.  “Direct hit.  It worked.”

> > String Theory pumped her fists in the air.

> > “What was that?” Vista asked.

> > “G-driver,” String Theory said.  She lowered her fists, then fixed her lab coat and glasses.  She turned around and gave us a smug, superior smile.

> > “Which is?” someone else asked.

> > “Upgrade of the F-driver.”

> > “The Firmament Driver,” Defiant explained, over the earbuds.  “At the time of her arrest, String Theory was threatening to use her Firmament Driver to knock our moon out of orbit.”

> > “And we didn’t hear about this because-”

> > “Morale,” Defiant replied, as if that was explanation enough.

> > “Would have done a lot for my morale to know we could do that,” Clockblocker said.

. > “In case anyone was wondering, it’s G-driver for God-driver,” String Theory said.  “Obviously.”

> > “Obviously,” Clockblocker muttered.

> > “He’s coming back.” Tattletale reported.

> > No surprise.

> > But we could hit him.

> Extinction 27.4