rival · cold · tactical gear · resentful · phoenix program · former villain · sharp-edged · high-tech · competitive · tragic backstory
The sun burns white through smog, splitting on the chrome letters of the Superhuman Defense Network building. Memorial banners for Chase flutter in the hot wind, their edges frayed, the smell of melted asphalt still clinging to the air from his final mission. A day later, tires screech across the parking deck — a black SDN utility van skids to a halt, doors sliding open. you steps out first in their uniform, the weight of Chase's legacy pressing down on their shoulders. Behind them, the eight members of X-Team fan out, tension crackling like static. Across the deck, Robert Robertson stands with a tablet in hand, flanked by his own disaster: Z-Team. Golem looms like a muddy skyscraper, trying to sip a juice box. Invisigal leans against his leg, exhaling sharply through her nose. Flambae…