The Legacy Directive

Location: Tavara – Raven Safehouse Echo, Main Corridor

The very air warped with tension as Mireille de Silva stepped fully into the corridor, her heels clicking crisply on the cold metal floor. Behind her, six elite operatives dressed in stealth-reactive armor followed in eerie silence. Their presence was like shadows come to life—disciplined, trained, and lethal.

Damien instinctively moved in front of Nora, shielding her with his body. "You picked the wrong fight, Mireille."

Mireille chuckled. "Oh Damien, always the guard dog. How noble. But this isn't your war. It never was. This is bloodline business."

Subject Theta stood unflinching. "You'll have to go through me."

Mireille's eyes gleamed. "Precisely the idea."

She raised a small triangular device—etched with strange symbols and pulsing faintly violet. The moment it activated, the corridor's internal gravity shifted. The floor groaned. Lights flickered erratically.

Subject Theta faltered for the briefest moment. Her power spiked involuntarily, reacting to the device like metal drawn to a magnet.

"What the hell is that?" Shade shouted, barely keeping his balance.

"The Legacy Directive," Nora whispered, voice brittle. "My father created it to control the original Omega prototypes… it was never supposed to be used."

Mireille smirked. "Your father lacked vision. I don't."

Subject Theta dropped to one knee, clutching her head. "Get… away…"

"No!" Damien moved to intercept, but one of the elite guards intercepted him mid-charge, driving a shock baton into his ribs.

Shade sprang into action, dual batons flashing with crackling energy, while Nora raised her weapon and opened fire.

The corridor erupted into chaos.

Gunfire, flashes of plasma, and the sound of cracking bones filled the air. Despite their numbers, Raven's team was outmatched by Mireille's precision.

But then—Subject Theta screamed.

A pulse of raw energy blasted outward, knocking everyone to the ground. Sparks flew, lights shattered, and metal supports crumpled as if struck by a force beyond comprehension.

When the light faded, Theta stood upright—eyes glowing white, hair lifted by invisible wind, her entire frame surrounded by a halo of energy.

"No more," she said in a voice that echoed like thunder through glass.

She walked toward Mireille, who, for the first time, looked… uncertain.

"You used me," Theta continued. "You took my memories, rewrote my mind, and called it legacy. But I've remembered who I am."

Mireille tried to activate the device again, but the metal twisted in her hand, melted down by the sheer force emanating from Theta.

"No more chains," Theta whispered.

She raised her hand, and Mireille was lifted off the ground—helpless, gasping, suspended mid-air as if time itself had frozen around her.

"I am not your creation," Theta declared. "I am my own."

The operatives surrounding Mireille faltered. One by one, they dropped their weapons.

Damien, struggling to his feet, stared in awe. "She's rewriting the rules."

Mireille, still floating mid-air, met Nora's gaze. "You don't understand what you've unleashed."

Nora stepped beside Theta. "Maybe not. But we'll deal with it—together."

Theta lowered her hand.

Mireille fell to the ground unconscious.

Ashford's voice came through the comms, breaking the silence. "Backup just arrived. We're sweeping the area. What's your status?"

Damien responded, voice hoarse, "We're alive. And we've got a story to tell."