Fiona Logs Out of Combat

Inside the dimly lit Aurelius lab, Theron was walking around the command chamber.

Two Vault Enforcers were already waiting, standing rigid in front of a central projection pillar, their faces grim.

"What's the report?"

Theron demanded, arms crossed, eyes scanning the blood-red screen behind them.

One of the guards stepped forward.

"Two of our field sentries—units posted in Sector V-9—neutralized. KIA. "

"Confirmed deaths by unknown intruders."

Theron's brow tightened. "Unknown?"

"Yes, sir," the guard replied.

"Surveillance feed cut out mid-transmission."

"All we retrieved were last-frame visuals—no ID confirmation."

"Run it."

The image flickered on the main pillar.

Two armored Aurelius guards stood mid-engagement. One was already falling.

The other had his comm unit half-raised before a blinding flash obliterated the frame.

Theron's jaw clenched.