Roo arcs her static, knitting a web of current that snuffs the emitter’s energy harvesters without frying anything. The glyph sputters, then goes dark. The signature on Maya’s wristpad dwindles to nothing.
Roo steps forward, light pulsing brighter at her palms. superheroine central
A hush from the perimeter: tech specialists at consoles, a medic folding a cape, a rookie fiddling with gloves. A young woman—ROO (19, electric laugh, hair half-shaved)—sidles up, glowing faintly at her fingertips. Roo arcs her static, knitting a web of
Maya studies the map, then looks at Roo and Ileа. Roo arcs her static
ILEA Central doesn’t just stop threats. We make systems stronger so threats can’t turn them into weapons.
Ilea nods, satisfied.
SABLE You’re loud.