Astra Prime didn’t have gray hair. She had silver streaks, perfectly placed. Her uniform was immaculate. Her posture was a weapon. When she turned to face the assembled new recruits, the room’s ambient chatter died like a snuffed candle.
The first week was brutal. Not because of the villain attacks—those were, oddly, manageable. A giant robot here, a rogue weather mage there. No, the brutal part was everything else . superheroine central
“That was reckless,” Astra said quietly. “Uncoordinated. Ugly.” Astra Prime didn’t have gray hair
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Then came the Ops Deck.