The metallic boot sole crushed against the space station’s rusted alloy plating as Kahn gripped the Starbone Riftblade in his palm, his knuckles turning pale from the sheer force of his grip. This was a trophy he’d salvaged from the ruins of the Zerg hive—its hollow skeletal structure maximizes piercing power in a vacuum, while its fluorescent-yellow special alloy has been quenched in the hive’s corrosive acid, capable of slicing through even Imperial warship armor with ease. The Imperial cleanup squad he’d just encountered was still roaring behind him; he had to reach the escape pod before his oxygen supply ran out. Suddenly, an eerie writhing sound emanated from the bulkhead: a sickle-shaped arthropod limb emerged from the ventilation duct. Kahn swung the blade back and drove it straight into the slimy mass, the corrosive acid sizzling softly as it splattered across the blade🔊. Just as he was about to pull free, a tremendous force clamped down on his wrist. He looked up to see the crimson, cold glow of the surviving Zerg broodling’s compound eyes shining in the darkness—and seeping from the blade’s intricate openwork pattern was a strange, pale-green liquid…