Demon suppression (4)

"FUCKING PESTS!"

Writhing in pain as the surface of its skin was seared off from some unseen force the demon felt its anger soar as it cursed towards the sky.

[That is some ugly motherfucker….]

Looking at the demon through a satellite uplink, Dax familiarized himself with his enemies abilities as his mind spread out through the almost globe spanning ICI network.

(Hmm… I can't afford to hold anything back facing an unknown opponent.. Guess I'll need some red matter after all, there should be some in the 4th deep orbit station at Lagrange point 1. It should take about half an hour for that to get here.)

ACCESS DENIED.

(Yeah no, enact MAD please.)

Not being the kind of person who took no for an answer in such situations, Dax immediately activated an emergency protocol that would allow him to use the tools he needed.