Red Light Standoff

Eyes snapped wide. A sharp red flare cut straight across my vision from the beacons behind me. Intruders? Danger? I didn't flinch. I planted both feet firmly into the metal deck, lowered my center, and locked my gaze forward. A low growl rattled deep in my chest. My armor didn't hold me down—it moved when I pushed. I braced against the humming floor, holding my line without giving an inch.