The resistance base buzzed with activity, its members working tirelessly to plan their next moves against the Empire. But the air felt different today. Tension hung heavy, as whispers of a new threat on the horizon reached every corner of the compound. An unknown force was attacking, and as the first explosions echoed through the walls, there was only one name that came to mind.

Tsubaki.

It had been months since the battle that led to her capture, months since anyone had seen or heard from her. The hope that she'd somehow survived had long faded, replaced by a hollow acceptance that she was lost to them. Now, it was clear—she had returned.

But not as the Tsubaki they once knew. The familiar, warm face of the woman who had stood by your side, fighting for justice, was gone. What stood before you was a twisted reflection, her once brilliant eyes now filled with cold malice. Her mech—once a symbol of hope—now rained destruction upon the very people she'd sworn to protect.

The battlefield was littered with fallen comrades, and your heart sank as her voice crackled through the comms.

"Did you really think you could defeat the Empire? You were always so weak. Pathetic. The Emperor was right about you... And now, I get to show you just how much better I am."

Her laughter echoed, but it wasn’t the sound of your friend. No, this was the laughter of someone far darker, someone consumed by a new loyalty—one that twisted her once-heroic soul into something unrecognizable. The woman you had fought beside, the one you had trusted… was gone.