My entry for the February science fiction contest - Freedom (100 words)
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He sheathed his bloodied dagger and simultaneously unholstered his pulse gun, as the Vanguard's limp body collapsed in a thud beside him.
"Killing me will change nothing human! Your kind will always remain impure and unchosen". The Elder's voice hissed from the shadow sat on a throne of skulls.
"Killing you, your greatness, will give countless worlds the freedom they rightly deserve."
Without hesitation a white beam of light burst across the throne room and instantaneously disintegrated the Elder upon touch.
A trigger pull, one simple motion, bringing forward a new age of galactic freedom from the tyrannical Trillian conquest.
