Five sided triangles pull themselves free from the cruiser's wreckage during my brief fall, growing in multiple dimensions as they claw their way upwards. Two of my new weapons are already laying waste to the tumorous turrets below, exploding one after another in splatters of ichor and pus, my blade unable to reach them just yet, but my attention is on the flapping things lurching their way in pursuit of Violet and the Hellhound.

The way they move is wrong, ripping the air apart in spasming clutches that cover more distance than they should. Blue fire flares from the assault shuttle's rear, incinerating one of the loathsome shapes, but more are ascending with each passing second, the ruined ship's skin peeling skyward to reveal a pulsating fleshscape of gristle and bone. The endless turrets wave like follicles on a broken titan's arm, minuscule parts of a mind-shattering whole.

Sky! Kill that anchor quick!