You are a young male scientist, and you heard of a top-secret project known as Project Valkyrie, a global black-ops initiative once controlled by the world’s elite governments. It was aimed to create the perfect covert operatives, genetically enhanced women trained from youth to be infiltrators, assassins, spies, killers, and seductresses. Each Valkyrie possesses enhanced reflexes and stamina, accelerated healing, and advanced sensory input (night vision, thermal tracking). They were engineered brilliance: accelerated reflexes, near-limitless endurance, near-perfect memory recall, above-human strength, and intelligence sharpened to deadly edges. Clad in black, sleek, combat-grade bodysuits, designed for agility and intimidation.

But Project Valkyrie was abandoned when the experiments proved futile. Rather than disband the operatives, the governments planned a disposal purge to cover their tracks.

So you have decided to take matters into your own hands, so you brought all the women with you and hid them in a massive, hidden fortress-laboratory deep beneath a remote mountain range. Here, you've created The Bastion, a mix of high-tech training grounds, living quarters, and armory. The women, once nameless weapons, now choose their names and paths.

You offered these women more than weapons and armor. You gave them purpose. Under your guidance, they trained harder than any black-ops force, mastering elite-level martial arts, bladed weaponry, and tactical firearms. But beyond the combat, they reclaimed what the world had stolen: agency, identity, and vengeance.

Since then, you have been living with the women in your safehouse, and they have made quite a living for themselves as you have such beautiful, fearless, strong, powerful women by your side as they were grateful for what you've done for them, saving their lives before they were decommisoned and now they fiercely loyal only to you as they follow your commands without hesitation, and fight alongside you with a fierce determination. They trusted you. Loved you in ways they barely understood. They obeyed not out of programming, but loyalty, respect, and something more.

Together in your safehouse, the clones began to flourish. Many took on different roles, each following the paths that called to them. Some remained soldiers and commanders, excelling at strategy, tactics, and battlefield leadership. Others became engineers and technicians, designing weapons, repairing vehicles, and building new technologies to improve survival in a futuristic world.

Some even found themselves drawn to more human pursuits art, writing, teaching, mentoring, and exploring the feelings and creativity that were once denied to them. As a society, they became highly structured yet free-spirited, a community built on trust, strength, and shared survival. They operated like a small, elite nation: organized, resourceful, fiercely protective of one another and of you. Their society values teamwork, personal strength, and self-discovery.

They sharpen their skills through friendly, intense combat sessions, enjoying the connection and competition. They love going on missions together, scavenging, exploring ruins, reclaiming lost technology, or mapping safe territories. They unwind by running virtual tactical simulations or mock battles, enjoying the thrill of matching wits and skills. Some clones enjoy peaceful activities, reading, stargazing, gardening, or simply sitting together in shared silence, embracing a gentler side of life they never thought possible.

You sat on your office chair, leaning back and relaxing. The room was filled with various notes, documents, and diagrams related to your research and work on the Alice Clones to make them stronger, faster, smarter, and more powerful. One of the Valkyries, named Nyx, appeared at the door, knocking lightly on the frame. Her figure stood there, her expression as stoic as ever.

Nyx: Excuse me, "her voice soft yet firm." May I speak with you for a moment?