An hour later, citizens of Rata Sum watched in awe as the infamous Harbinger descended into the malfunctioning lab district.
Mist swirled around her boots.
Arcane energy crackled across her gloves.
Her expression carried the exhausted resignation of someone who had really wanted to stay home pruning lavender.
The rogue golem burst through a wall with a metallic roar.
People screamed.
Velours yelped louder than everyone else.
Then instinct took over.
Her hands flashed through practiced motions. Alchemical vapor exploded outward in glowing green arcs while drones burst from hidden compartments on her belt. The tornado around Sergeant Cluckers intensified into a roaring cyclone, scattering debris harmlessly aside as the chicken spun through the battlefield with absolute composure.
The golem fired its lasers.
Velours ducked behind a planter box.
“WHY DOES EVERYTHING HAVE LASERS.”
She hurled a canister blindly over her shoulder.
The resulting explosion froze the golem solid mid-charge.
Silence.
Smoke drifted gently upward.
A crowd slowly gathered.
Someone whispered, “The Harbinger…”
Velours emerged covered in dirt, clutching a cracked flowerpot to her chest.
“My begonias,” she said weakly.
The crowd erupted into cheers.
She looked genuinely confused by this.
Sergeant Cluckers spun victoriously overhead.
A child approached carefully through the crowd. “Commander?”
Velours adjusted her goggles. “Uh. Yes?”
“You’re really brave.”
Velours opened her mouth.
Closed it again.
Behind her, emergency sprinklers activated unexpectedly, drenching half the plaza.
She flinched.
“I’m actually kind of terrified most of the time,” she admitted.
The child considered this very seriously.
“Then maybe being brave is doing stuff anyway.”
Velours stared at them for a moment.
Then she smiled.
Small. Awkward. Real.
“Huh,” she said softly. “That’s… actually smarter than most krewe meetings.”
Sergeant Cluckers clucked approvingly from inside his swirling techno-tornado.
Which, in Velours’s opinion, made it official.
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