MAYA (whisper) Crowd control is a distraction. That column’s the core.
A hush from the perimeter: tech specialists at consoles, a medic folding a cape, a rookie fiddling with gloves. A young woman—ROO (19, electric laugh, hair half-shaved)—sidles up, glowing faintly at her fingertips. superheroine central
Sable grins and dissolves backward, leaving a smear of darkness that claws at Maya’s boots. It’s not brute force; it’s manipulation of potential—turning stasis into weaponry. Maya plants a foot, pivots, and launches Roo into a spinning arc through the air; Roo releases a concentrated pulse mid-flight that hits Sable like sunlight on oil. MAYA (whisper) Crowd control is a distraction
MAYA We also teach people how to move again. Momentum’s not just physics—it’s how we get through life together. Maya plants a foot, pivots, and launches Roo
MAYA So do we.
SABLE You’re loud.