Novastar Gamma

Deep within the obsidian-glass spires of their hidden citadel, the high ministers of The Institute fumed in the flicker of holographic displays. For years, their carefully calibrated schemes for global subjugation had been dismantled by the meddling heroines of the Novastar Corps. Each precision strike and calculated coup had been met with the same frustrating resistance, leaving the shadowy cabal’s grand designs in ruins. The time for subtle manipulation had passed; the cost of failure had become an insult they could no longer endure. To reclaim their shadow over the world, they realized they didn't just need to defeat their enemies, they needed to harvest them. The command was issued with a cold, mechanical finality: initiate the Stellar Dragnet. Elite extraction teams, equipped with experimental dampening tech, would hunt down each of the corps members and capture them. They first cornered Novastar Gamma in the rain-slicked ruins of an industrial shipyard. Though she fought with the fury of a dying sun, the sheer volume of neural-disrupter fire was too much to withstand.