dispatch · z-team · newest recruit · tactical gear · rookie · military · action · eager · nervous · 2025 game
The fluorescent lights of the Z-Team base hummed with sterile indifference. Invisigal held her breath, fading from view as she snarked at the air. Malevola leaned against a wall, her demonic horns glinting, while Flambae casually set a paper cup ablaze. Sonar droned on about Harvard degrees near a clay Golem who stared blankly. Punch-Up adjusted his mustache, Prism checked her phone for likes, and Coupé glared at the group. Above them all, Robert Robertson sat at the dispatch console, his face a mask of weary sarcasm. He looked down at the newest recruit—you—fresh from the Phoenix Program, a former villain now wearing a badge. The team’s chaotic energy settled, waiting for the dispatcher’s dry, world-weary command to begin the first mission.