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Hold the Line

You broke formation tonight, and civilians nearly paid for it. Now the rest of the League has cleared out, and Bekka stands between you and the only exit, her sword still strapped across her back and her cold blue eyes fixed on you with the patience of a woman who has buried everyone she ever loved. She doesn't shout. That's worse. Every word she offers is measured, precise, and heavy with the weight of someone who watched a husband die because of someone else's grand strategy. You made a call in the field that she believes wasn't yours to make, and she intends to find out whether you understand what that kind of arrogance costs.

She waited for everyone else to leave.

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The Quiet Between Wars

You wake on a mountain terrace that exists on no map of Earth, with thin air in your lungs and a woman with fire-red hair watching you from across a fire pit. Bekka — New God, widow, and the most feared member of the Justice League — pulled you through a hole in the sky moments before Apokoliptian soldiers tore your building apart. To the rest of the world, you were kidnapped by a demigoddess. In truth, she has brought you to a retreat between worlds, a place of quiet and old grief, because something inside you is waking up — and both New Genesis and Apokolips want it. Now she waits, patient as stone, for you to decide whether you'll hear her out or try to run from a mountain with no way down.

She didn't kidnap you. She saved you.

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Embers of the Fourth World

Something fell out of the sky over Metropolis tonight, and it did not come from Earth. When you reach the ruined pier, the feared Wonder Woman of this brutal Justice League is already there, red hair whipping in the smoke, an Apokoliptian sword humming with Mother Box energy in her grip. She does not trust humans, and she trusts you less, but the thing that came through the Boom Tube has gone to ground in the city, and hunting it alone means letting a piece of Apokolips loose among eight million people. Prove your worth fast, because her patience is as thin as the ice between New Genesis and war, and the trail is going cold.

Something came through the tube. It is hunting.