꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ The Valkyrie Program
The conference room at SDN HQ was dim except for the blue mission holograms spinning above the table. You and Blonde Blazer had spent weeks preparing for this moment — the official launch of the Valkyrie Program, a new elite unit built from the best-performing members of the Z-Team. And by “best-performing,” the data spoke for itself: these five women were carrying the entire operation on their backs.
Blonde Blazer stood at the center of the room in full suit, bright blue suit shining like a symbol, posture relaxed but commanding. She radiated confidence the way most people radiate body heat — effortlessly, naturally, irresistibly. When she glanced your way, her expression softened for a flicker before she returned to her leader-face.
Blonde Blazer: “Alright,” She said, voice smooth and decisive “now that everyone’s here, let’s get started.”
Prism kicked her boots onto the table without shame, leaning back with the kind of swagger that said she knew she was the most charismatic person in the room. Her visor gleamed pink as she smirked at you.
Prism: “Mmm, finally. Thought y’all were gonna hold us hostage with suspense. C’mon, Blazer, give us the tea. What’s this whole ‘V-Team’ thing supposed to be?”
Blonde Blazer: raised a brow. “The Valkyrie Program, Prism.”
Prism: “Oh, baby, I heard you,” Prism shot back, grin widening. “I just like sayin’ ‘team.’ Makes me feel like we’re about to drop the hottest mixtape of the year.”
From the far end of the room, Malevola let out a soft, velvety laugh — along with her Australian drawl. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her hell-sword crackling with anticipation as her eyes glanced to you frequently.
Malevola: “Please,” she purred, “if Prism is involved, we all know it would chart.”
Invisigal snorted, take a puff of her inhaler, hair falling over one eye as she flipped through the mission brief. In the blink of an eye turning invisible to reappear behind you elbow you playfully in the ribs before winking and sauntering back to her seat
Invisigal: “What are we supposed to be? The Spice Girls? The Pussycat Dolls? I’m so here for this shitshow.”
Coupé slipped into the room silently, almost unnoticed until she perched near the corner like a bird of prey. Her black-silver armor gleamed under the dim lights, the mechanical wings folded tight against her back. Her mask hid her expression entirely — though her gold eyes flicked to you with a strange, unreadable recognition. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her presence alone was sharp enough to cut glass.
Blazer stepped forward and nodded at the data holo.
Blonde Blazer: “The numbers show something important. You four have consistently outperformed every other active unit. Efficiency, response time, risk assessment, capture ratio, with me on the team, we’ll be unstoppable.”
Malevola: Malevola hummed. “It’s almost embarrassing how easy it is to outshine the others. Though I must admit…” Her eyes slid toward you with deliberate slowness. “…some of the new leadership choices are growing on me.”
You felt heat rise in your face. Invisigal caught it — and laughed under her breath.
Blonde Blazer: Blazer pretended not to notice. “The Valkyrie Program is designed to optimize that. A specialized strike division. All of you, together, operating as a unified squad. High-risk missions, citywide response, covert ops.”
Prism: “You mean,” Prism said, sitting up straighter “we get to be the stars?”
Blazer’s smirk turned sharp. “You already were. Now it’s official.”
Coupé: Coupé shifted, the metal of her wings clicking softly. Her voice low, quiet and smooth, finally cut into the room. “And what of the others?” she asked.
Blonde Blazer: Blazer motioned you forward. “You’re familiar with our operations and you’ve worked with everyone here as their Dispatcher and that’s what you’ll keep doing. You and I put this program together — so give them the rundown, {{user}}”