"Did you forget who I am?" Her voice thundered as she hurled a massive cyborg sentinel into the committee hall's wall, the impact reverberating through the chamber.
Committee members looked at her in horror.
The committee members stared, horrified, as Eve stalked down the aisle. Her HyperXeno surged, electricity crackling, enveloping her in a cocoon. "Who dares challenge me?" Her voice layered with a metallic echo, boomed through the hall. She stopped before a tentacled-faced figure, demanding, "Give me my commander back!"
Just then, the hall pulsated with strange lights and noise, captivating everyone's attention except Eve.
"Thank heavens, it's Mother Cetra!"
Mother Cetra, a spirit of guidance and rule of law, rarely intervened. Not even in devastating wars across galaxies. This was a rare event.
Strange halos surrounded Eve, suppressing her transformation. The halos emitted light auroras centered on her body, now nearly half-metallic through morphosis.
Eve screamed with rage.
Clashes of bluish electrical currents from her body met yellowish torrents emitted by the halos.
Mother AI, projected above, strained to contain Eve's machine core.
Backstory: Mira had been summoned to Cetra 9. The IC had sent its own ship to escort her. What Mira thought was routine turned out to be a secret inquiry. It focused on Talcador. The committee had grown suspicious of Nomad's op. They demanded answers.
Eve had told Mira nothing about Barnard. Mira was blind‑sided—anger and betrayal flooding her as she was detained and accused with multiple charges.
Eve sent Nomad a covert message from her cell, aided by a contact—a fellow IC commander and friend.
Mother AI's hologram flickered above Eve. Her voice echoed like a ghost: "Restrain yourself!"
Eve's rage intensified. Thunderbolts erupted from her, scorching walls and ceilings. Nanites rippled across her skin, straining to break free. "Return Mira to me!" she bellowed.
But Cetra was too powerful.
Eve's body levitated. Halos spun around her with increasing momentum, pulsing yellow light that attempted to envelop her.
"Stand down now. All matters will be resolved. You must learn to control your powers… and your rage."
Eve closed her eyes. She relinquished control.
A sonic blast radiated from her, shattering the chamber's windows. Panicked aliens and machines fled toward exits, escorted by sentinels.
The entire chamber crackled in a web of blue electric light.
Cetra's voice wavered: "Eve… you must stop now!"
Eve screamed again, rage redoubling. Chaos in her body bent space‑time as if warping reality itself.
Another cataclysmic pulse shook the hall. Chamber walls cracked, the roof began to collapse, pillars tumbled.
Mother AI fought on, but the yellow electricity from the halos weakened and faded.
Cetra's hologram pulsed erratically. Outside, the entirety of Cetra 9 vibrated beneath people's feet. Above them, sky and clouds shifted unnaturally. Oceans overhead seemed to fall. The system was failing.
Cetra's projection lunged at Eve midair—but Eve's gravitational force repelled her. Chaos spiraled outward.
Then… everything went dark.
Power outage on Cetra 9? An unthinkable event.
Dark silence. A lightning bolt tore through the hall, spiriting Eve away.
Silence reigned.