The inner hangar of the Strafgericht opened like a steel jaw. And there he was. Colonel Koldy, the architect of the chrono-dilation. Sitting in a custom-built mech shaped like a ticking pocket watch, each hand a plasma blade.
For one perfect, final moment, Bonto remembered everything. The terrarium. The violet. His son’s name— Rento . A small, good name. He had been three years old. He had asked for a bedtime story. sine mora nsp
The fight lasted four seconds. Koldy was faster. One plasma blade sheared through Bonto’s cockpit, through his ribcage, through the NSP core. The chronometer shattered. The inner hangar of the Strafgericht opened like a steel jaw