The Imperial General Who Won’t Quit

The group stood on the rooftop, panting. Behind them, the Imperial Capital loomed—tall, metallic, and crawling with soldiers.

Above them, Selene hovered on her platform, staring down like a judgmental goddess.

Selene, calmly: "You've caused quite the mess, Finn."

Finn, exhausted: "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING."

Selene: "Incorrect. You exist."

Finn: "HOW IS THAT A CRIME?!"

Aurelia, gripping her sword: "We don't have time for this."

Tess, loading her rifle: "Agreed. We either fight or run."

Zephyria, thinking: "…We can't win here. We need to leave."

Ignis, grinning: "Or we could just blow up the whole city and—"

Finn: "IGNIS. NO."

Vespera, tilting her head: "Actually, she has a point."

Finn: "STOP AGREEING WITH THE FIRE LADY."

Selene, sighing: "You're all ridiculous."

Selene raised her hand.

A dozen Imperial drones appeared, their weapons locking onto the group.

Finn, groaning: "Oh, come on—"