The amber glow of the dying sun seeped through the cracked glass dome of the Observatory. Beneath it, Kael Veyra stood, an enigma draped in obsidian. Her sleek, black suit shimmered as though pieces of the night sky clung to her form. The fitted material hugged every curve, and the jagged neckline dropped low enough to reveal a silver necklace that swirled like liquid mercury. Platinum blonde hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the dark ensemble. The fishnet stockings, long forgotten relics of a pre-collapse fashion era, clung to her legs like spiderwebs spun by a hyper-focused machine.
The choker around her neck wasn’t just an accessory; it was her anchor to this timeline, a stabilizing node that hummed faintly with the same frequency as her pulse. She adjusted it subtly, her fingers trembling despite the carefully curated confidence in her pose. Behind her, the remains of Solis Sanctum—a once-thriving capital—were now shadowed ruins, riddled with rust and overgrowth. Somewhere in the distance, a mechanical crow cried, its hollow voice echoing through the cavernous structure.
The Mission
Kael’s encrypted visor lit up with a notification. A voice—gritty but velvety smooth—emanated directly into her ear canal through embedded transmitters. “Phase Three begins now. No mistakes, Kael.”
She smirked, more out of defiance than humor. “Jax, your pep talks need work,” she whispered. Her voice was low but icy, like a razor dragged across marble. “How many hostiles are inside the Archives?”
“Six confirmed,” Jax replied. “Could be more. Don’t get cocky.”
“I invented cocky,” she muttered before her visor shifted to night vision. The world flushed green and black as every detail of the building around her sprang into crystalline clarity. The rings around her wrists blinked softly, charging the Grav-Shift circuitry in her suit.
The Vault
In a fluid leap, Kael activated the magnetic soles of her boots, scaling one of the support columns like gravity was merely a suggestion. Her fishnets held firm, not a snag in sight. Jax’s voice chimed nervously.
“This doesn’t feel right. Intel says they outfitted the Skybreakers with ionic blades. If they corner you—”
“They won’t,” Kael interrupted tersely. She hated it when her handler doubted her. Staying alive was part of her art, part of her finesse. The rest was chaos.
Moments later, Kael reached the hatch leading to the Archives. She barely touched it before she felt a flicker of air behind her. Her instincts shouted against her prefrontal cortex—duck.
A humming projectile buzzed over her head, embedding itself in the wall. She spun, her fists crackling as she activated her suit’s dormant electricity modules. Standing before her, a towering figure clad in mirrored steel—one of the Skybreakers.
“Cute look,” Kael quipped, raising an eyebrow. She cracked her knuckles, sparks flying off the tips of her gloved fingers. “But you forgot to accessorize.”
The figure lunged, swinging a glittering ionic blade in a horizontal arc. Kael dropped low and swept her leg, the steel toe of her boot connecting with the edge of their armor. The vibrational feedback numbed her shin, but the Skybreaker staggered back just enough for her to somersault away.
Plot Twist
More buzzing echoed as five additional Skybreakers emerged from the shadows. Kael’s smirk finally faltered. “Jax,” she hissed, “anything helpful you’d like to add?”
Silence. Not static—just silence. That silence was louder than any alarm in Kael’s mind. She exhaled and recalibrated. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been abandoned mid-mission. But something locked in her gut told her this time was different.
A memory surfaced—stormy eyes staring at her as a hand traced the perimeter of her choker. Jax’s hand. “It’s a safeguard,” he had murmured then. “But it’s more than that. It’s our tether.”
A tether he had now severed.
Kael pushed the thought down, tightened her gloves, and raised her fists. If she were going down in Solis Sanctum, she’d do it on her own terms.
But then she heard it: a low hum reverberating in her chest cavity. Her choker discharged a ripple of energy, the light around her bending as though reality itself was taking a breath. Everything froze except for her, and the Skybreakers disintegrated into shimmering shards.
As the scene stabilized, a voice—cold, precise, unfamiliar—echoed in her ear. “Congratulations, Subject Veyra. Protocol variance approved. Phase Four begins now.”
Kael didn’t reply. Her smirk returned as she reached to adjust her choker. “Looks like your pep talks were worse than I thought, Jax.”
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