The Revenge of Seven

‘These guys shoot fireballs and have magic gloves, apparently.

So they have a secret weakness, right? Like how you can shoot that one spot on the Death Star and the whole thing blows up?”
Adam’s brow furrows. “What’s a Death Star?”
Sam throws up his hands. “We’re screwed

We’re close enough,” Marina says, shaking her head. “And besides—”
“Uh, holy shit,” Nine interrupts, shielding his eyes and staring up at the sky.
“I think we can just follow that thing,” Marina finishes

know I’ve got no chance to get out of here.

I slow down to catch my breath, cautiously inching down this latest sterile hallway. I’m still clutching the book—my only weapon—and my hand is starting to cramp. I switch hands and press on.

Up ahead, a wide archway opens with a hydraulic hiss; it’s different from the other doors, wider, and there are strangely blinking lights on the other side.

‘I’ve probably killed more Mogs than you have, lady,’