Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 347

Chapter 347 The High–ground Liquidation

Baron’s POV

The service elevator cables snapped with a violent scream of metal.

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White–hot sparks exploded through the shaft as my heel crushed the primary control housing, turning the entire mechanism into

useless scrap.

I wasn’t wasting four minutes navigating syndicate security systems or waiting for a compromised elevator to crawl through the

floors.

Natalie had already given me the answer.

The bridge was protected.

The elevators were a trap.

And every second I spent playing by Vance’s rules was another second she remained locked in a cage beneath a sinking ship.

So I created my own path.

My hands locked around the steel guide rails and I launched upward through the open shaft.

The Sovereign Star groaned around me, listing harder toward port with every passing minute as seawater flooded deeper into its engineering compartments.

The entire vessel felt wounded now, its massive frame shuddering/beneath the strain of failing generators and damaged turbine

systems.

None of it mattered.

The silence of our broken bond still sat inside my chest like a knife.

I couldn’t feel her… Couldn’t hear her… Couldn’t reach her.

But I had heard her voice.

That alone was enough.

Natalie was alive and may the gods help anyone standing between us.

I reached the upper levels in seconds.

The moment my boots touched the maintenance platform near the bridge deck, I drove my shoulder straight through the reinforced partition separating the captain’s private quarters from the command center.

The wall exploded inward.

The crash echoed through the bridge like a cannon blast.

“What the hell?!”

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Breach!”

“Rear compartment!”

Panic erupted instantly.

I stepped through the wreckage/and into the command deck.

The bridge stretched before me in a semicircle of shattered lights, navigation systems, and floor–to–ceiling observation windows overlooking the black Atlantic.

Emergency alarms flashed crimson across every surface, bathing the room in violent red tight.

Twelve armed syndicate enforcers stood between me and Captain Vance.

Men who had spent years intimidating weaker prey and collecting dirty money in lawless waters.

The moment they saw me, every one of them froze.

For half a second, nobody moved.

Then survival instinct took over.

Weapons came up.

Rifles turned.

Fingers tightened around triggers.

Too late.

I crossed the distance before the first shot fired.

My hand closed around the face of the nearest enforcer, and before his expression could fully register fear, I drove him downward.

His skull smashed through the navigation console.

Glass exploded.

Electrical currents surged through shattered circuitry.

The entire terminal burst in a shower of blue sparks.

The man never made another sound.

“Kill him!”

Automatic gunfire erupted throughout the bridge.

Bullets tore through leather seating, shattered display screens, and ripped chunks from the walls.

Two rounds struck my shoulder, punching through fabric and skin, but I barely felt them.

Pain had become irrelevant hours ago.

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Natalie was below me.

That was all that mattered

I seized the edge of a radar console bolted to the floor and ripped it free.

The machine weighed hundreds of pounds.

I threw it anyway.

The console slammed across the bridge like a freight train, crushing three enforcers against the observation windows.

Glass cracked outward beneath the impact, spiderweb fractures spreading across the reinforced panels.

The remaining guards never recovered.

By then Flynn had arrived. 1

He moved through the bridge like a storm given human form, kinetic blade flashing beneath the crimson lights. Every strike was clean.

Less than a minute after the first wall collapsed, silence reclaimed the bridge.

Bodies littered the floor.

Broken consoles sparked.

Emergency alarms continued their relentless warning.

And standing alone behind the primary steering controls was Captain Vance.

For the first time since I’d seen him, the cigar was gone.

So was the confidence.

His weathered face had turned pale beneath the flashing lights, and the silver–plated pistol in his hand trembled visibly.

‘Stay back, Blackridge,” he rasped.

kept walking.

His grip tightened.

‘You don’t understand what you’ve stepped into.”

didn’t answer.

The air around me had gone still.

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