"Project Dragon was actually completed. I'm... shocked. Yes, we need to get her on our side. That amount of power..."

"A Zeti child?... ...did they actually complete it??"

"Our first task is to gather what Zeti remain. My brethren, yours, any others that survived the Great Ejection... And next... reactivate the Hex. Repair it."

"Indeed we are. We will have revenge on our creators. But we must be focused on being ready for /that/. Striking at random is not the way. I'm well aware of the stunt you pulled with that hedgehog. We do NOT need that kind of heat." She sighed. "I get that it's hard. Just... try, okay?"

Her wisdom reminded him so much of Zik. Maybe she knew about him once upon a time. He exhaled softly, his body not tensed anymore. She can see his fists uncurl, his shoulders relaxed as well. She seemed to have eased his mind. "We are strong, as the mountains..."

She had basically no reaction. "I understand that better than you realize. I witnessed our rise and fall in its entirety. Made as weapons, thrown aside when we were no longer useful. But we must remember our pride. Our heritage. We are not monsters. We are warriors. We are /survivors/."

"Well, you could have done a far better job de-escalating... but I also understand your generation was hit pretty hard by clone degradation, so it's hard. Oh, no. I'm not the Zeena you know. I'm her ancestor."

"And let me guess, you were the one who antagonized them." She gave a frustrated sigh. "Late-gen degradation hit your batch hard, didn't it?"

"...Must you be so needlessly caustic? I don't think you're handling yourself well, young one."

Hearing her called by name caught her COMPLETELY off guard. ...one of her descendants was *here.* On this planet. And... fraternizing with the enemy?? ... She could work with this. She switched her demeanor rapidly to a more apologetic one, giving the Babylonian a convincing but forced smile.--

She stood up in her seat, eyes wide. "Is that..." They narrowed, a snarl crossing her face as she saw Jet. A Babylonian. #𝐂𝐖𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐗

"Hmmm..." She started to circle him. "No spikes on the tail, no wings, missing some horns... you must be one of the later generation clones. Good to see some of my people survived the Great Spacial Vault, at least..."

Eyebrow raised as she catches sight of him. "Zavok?... ...Oh, no. Never mind, my mistake. Not the one I know."

Wandering into the stadium's bleachers, looking around. "...Huh. Some kinda sporting event I suppose." Sits down in an empty seat. #𝐂𝐖𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐗

"...what is this place?" the Zeti mused to herself as she walked across the street; towards the stadium that was being currently taken down after the race. It reminded her of... Babylon. It annoyed her a bit. But she knew they weren't in control here. The architecture was different, and she saw--

As she emerged into the daylight, a path of destruction behind her from the drones that had attacked her, their weapons proving useless, she gazed out from the sky at the world below the Hex. "...so this is where we were sent." Her fists clenched. "After they disregarded us." Her eyebrows--

A signal, sent from the planet below the Hex. Deep within the shattered artificial planetoid, a cylinder, iced over from within, began to hiss, steam flowing out of the cracks before beginning to open. The steam poured out, obscuring the figure within... before a clawed hand emerged, gripping--

((excitedly shakes i can't wait to use zeena prime

"I'm not going anywhere." >A version of Zeena that the one we know was cloned from >Has a wider suite of abilities, including stronger technopathy and magnetism >Much more agreeable than canon Zeena, being less vain and more simply confident >Has an agenda she keeps to herself