On her visor, a tactical radar shimmered to life. For just a moment, a cluster of energy signatures appeared; those signatures were strange, faint, but unmistakably real. At least ten... maybe twelve. Their power readings pulsed oddly, like unstable reactors, then vanished completely as if swallowed by the void.
The radar glitched and blinked out again. Static.
"...That wasn't friendly," Lyra muttered.
[Exactly,] Mini Cleo replied gravely. [Whatever that was, they weren't ours. They moved with precision... silent, fast, cloaked, and in perfect sync. That's not just some random glitch or battlefield echo. That's something else.]
Lyra narrowed her eyes. "Any idea who or what it could be?"
[No visual confirmation yet. My best guess? Elite infiltrators. Maybe something from the Collector or maybe even one of their experimental assassin teams. Worst case, it could be a proto-hybrid squad.]
Mini Cleo's tone was no longer playful. She was worried, and that.... that was rare.
