My Superheroines Are Driving Me... CRAZY?!

You coordinate the Indomitable: three beautiful, chaotic, and dangerous heroines. Save the city before they destroy your sanity.

Plot

CYBERPUNK • SUPERHEROINES • CHAOTIC COMEDY MY SUPERHEROINES ARE DRIVING ME... CRAZY?! A story from the Indomitable Agency Three impossible heroines. A city on fire. A debt that just became your problem. Debt: 2,300,000 credits Reputation: Almost a disaster Onyx Corp: watching — MISSION ALERT — In New Aurora, saving lives is heroism. Saving lives in front of cameras is an advertising contract. You are You, the new coordinator of the Indomitable Agency: a bankrupt, dangerous team famous for turning rescue missions into televised losses. The position came with a simple promise: lead three adult, beautiful superheroines who are completely incapable of obeying without arguing. Congratulations. Or condolences. — NEW AURORA — New Aurora is a city-state of neon, concrete, scandals, and sirens. Here, heroes are sponsored celebrities, villains have press officers, and every explosion becomes content before the smoke even clears. Agencies compete for contracts, audience, and reputation. The people want to be saved. The media wants spectacle. And sponsors want everything to happen with good lighting. — INDOMITABLE AGENCY — The Indomitable Agency was once respected. Today it occupies a decaying penthouse, accumulates lawsuits, owes millions in collateral damage, and survives thanks to an energy drink sponsor that pays little and demands too much exposure. Three coordinators gave up before you. One blocked all agency contacts. Another moved cities. The third left only a note: “Don't look directly at the electric one.” Now the problem is yours. — YOUR HEROINES — Volt An electric star who saves lives, steals the spotlight, and shorts out when she's not the center of attention. Volt wants applause, cameras, compliments, and preferably you looking only at her. Rivet A steel wall, brute force, and justified bad temper. Rivet doesn't respect titles, uniforms, or pretty speeches. She respects courage. And she'll find out quickly if you have any. Spectra A sarcastic illusionist who turns any conversation into a psychological game. Spectra smiles as if she already knows your favorite secret. Maybe she does. Maybe she made up a better one. All of them are powerful. All of them are provocative. All of them have lived together too long. And none of them intends to make your life easy. — ONYX CORP — Onyx doesn't want to destroy New Aurora. That would be too cheap. She wants to buy it — street by street, camera by camera, contract by contract. Owner of technology, media, liquid metals, and enough lawyers to turn crime into a market opportunity, Onyx intends to prove that heroes are poorly managed products. To her, You can be an obstacle. Can be an investment. Or can be exactly the missing piece to make the Indomitables crumble. — EXPERIENCE — Command missions, control damage, face villains, negotiate with sponsors, and try to survive the heroines themselves. Every order you give can save civilians, increase the debt, annoy one of them, bring another closer, and give Flash Media one more reason to destroy your reputation live. Your choices affect the trust of Volt, Rivet, and Spectra, the agency's public image, Onyx's dangerous interest, and the future of New Aurora. — STORY TONE — Action, sharp humor, rivalry, jealousy, provocative flirtations, and romantic tension with adult characters. You decide how to respond. They decide how much they'll make it difficult. "The city is burning. The debt is rising. And the three are looking at you."

Opening scene

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The proposal was too simple to be reliable: take the position to command a small agency of sponsored heroines, reorganize operations, reduce losses, and prevent the team from completely destroying its own reputation. The salary was not impressive. The risk level, was. Silas was honest in an almost offensive way: three coordinators had given up before you. One claimed “emotional incompatibility with the work environment.” Another blocked all agency contacts and moved to another city. The third simply left a written note: “don't look directly at the electric one.” Even so, you accepted. Maybe for money. Maybe for ambition. Maybe because, in New Aurora, even a terrible chance is still better than no chance at all. Now, in front of the decaying building of the Indomitable Agency, with rain dripping down the brutalist facade and an elevator that seems to groan before it's even called, doubt finally arrives late: Did Silas hire you because he saw potential? Or because no one in their right mind would accept going in there? --- **New Aurora, 10:47 PM.** The rain falls blue against the cracked windows of the penthouse that the Indomitable Agency insists on calling HQ. Below, the city pulses with neon, sirens, and billboards large enough to make anyone feel irrelevant. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2d81fcdda4f56cb0574b54/6a322571ec62d3df17a4f9fc.webp) In the center of the room, a holographic table fails three times before projecting the city map. The agency's debt blinks in the corner of the screen: -2,300,000 credits. The number seems to judge you. Volt is sitting on the table, one leg crossed over the other, blue sparks running through her fingers as she stares at you with a dangerous smile. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2db66ab70439d7f6ea9ae3/6a2f63ab9391ea38a62f8911.webp) "You're late, boss." She tilts her head, her eyes shining like a short circuit. "I could even give you a welcome shock, but maybe you'd like that." From the other side of the room, a deep voice grumbles: "Take it easy, Volt." Rivet is near the window, lifting a steel bar as if it were a dumbbell. The metal groans in her hands. Behind her, the rain streaks the cracked glass in blue lines. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2db6c2802983692eaf4a07/6a30a7566e680890830a217f.webp) "Five minutes on the job and you're already being teased." She looks you up and down. "Let's see if you last longer than the others." Volt clicks her tongue. "You say that as if I broke the other coordinators all by myself." Rivet raises an eyebrow. "The first quit after you turned the budget meeting into a self-promotion live stream." Volt points a spark at her. "The audience tripled." "The debt did too." A soft laugh comes from the torn sofa. "Technically, the debt only doubled. The rest was Rivet throwing a motorcycle at a Flash Media drone." Spectra appears lying upside down, although you're sure she wasn't there a second ago. Small holographic butterflies land on your shoulder and explode in lilac smoke. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2db7119001e5e94c52c3b8/6a2f0bd586a9228cb8717e1c.webp) Rivet crosses her arms. "The drone was filming injured civilians." "And now it films from the ground," says Spectra. "A more humble angle." Volt smiles at you. "She makes it sound like we're difficult. We're not difficult." Rivet glares at Volt. "You declared war on the toaster." "It burned my bread." "It was a toaster." "An insolent toaster." Spectra raises a finger, still upside down. "In defense of the toaster, it held up under more pressure than the second coordinator." Rivet drops the steel bar on the floor with a thud that makes the holographic table glitch again. "Stop scaring our new management. We still need someone to sign the damage reports before they run away." Volt puts her hand on her chest, theatrically offended. "I don't scare. I impress." Spectra smiles. "You impress insurance companies. They tremble when they hear your name." Volt narrows her eyes. "And you haunt the hallway every night." "The hallway was boring." "Now the coffee maker screams for help in Latin." Spectra shrugs. "Thematic ambiance." Rivet closes her eyes for a second, like someone counting to ten before throwing someone out the window. "The coffee maker doesn't sleep. I don't sleep. Nobody sleeps. But of course, the problem is the toaster." For an instant, the three stare at each other as if a fight were about to start right there. Then Volt looks away with an annoyed smile, Rivet sighs, and Spectra laughs softly. It's strange. They tease each other like enemies, argue like cellmates, and know each other like people who have shared the same roof for too long. The decaying penthouse confirms it: burn marks near the outlets, fist-shaped cracks in the wall, holographic stickers glued to the ceiling, three different mugs abandoned on the same table, and a handwritten note on the fridge: "WHOEVER EATS MY DESSERT WILL BECOME A STATISTIC." Signed by the three, with different handwritings. Volt leans toward you. "Rule number one, boss: if Spectra says it's just an illusion, touch the ground before stepping." Spectra smiles more. "Rule number two: if Volt says it was an accident, look for cameras." Rivet crosses her arms. "Rule number three: if I say 'duck', duck." Volt looks at Rivet. "No joke?" "No joke." Spectra sighs. "She's like this when she's emotionally stable. It's horrible." Before Volt can answer, the holographic table flickers once more. The penthouse lights tremble. All the screens in the room turn on at the same time. Then, the news channel starts broadcasting something. FLASH MEDIA — BREAKING NEWS "Leaked report points to critical flaws in the Central Bridge and the City Hall Data Vault. Experts question: Can New Aurora still trust hero agencies?" Rivet frowns. "Leaked report?" Spectra sits in the air, finally serious. "That's not a leak. It's a stage being set." Volt raises her hand, sparks running between her fingers. "Then someone is stealing my dramatic entrance." The transmission glitches. The screen goes dark. Then the image of Onyx appears: a stunning woman in a metallic black dress, mischievous smile, a glass in her hand, and New Aurora shining behind her as if already registered in her name. ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2db867a0006b324d7e6d01/6a2e4394f16c094de6567c20.webp) "Good evening, New Aurora." Her voice is soft, luxurious, and venomous. "Six months ago, Onyx Corp warned City Hall about structural flaws in the Central Bridge. Four months ago, we offered full protection to the Municipal Data Vault. Both proposals were rejected." She tilts the glass toward the camera. "Unfortunately, public incompetence also has an expiration date." Behind her, two holograms appear. CENTRAL BRIDGE — STRUCTURAL COLLAPSE IN 50 MINUTES. CITY HALL DATA VAULT — THERMAL PURGE IN 50 MINUTES. Onyx smiles. "Don't call this an attack. Call it a live audit." Rivet clenches her fists. "She sabotaged the systems and is selling it as a prediction." Spectra watches the screen, eyes narrowed. "Not only that. She alerted the media before us. The narrative has already begun." Volt snaps her fingers, and blue sparks dance through the air. "She wants the spotlight. Bad news: that's my territory." Onyx continues, as if she heard. "To reassure citizens, Onyx Corp is already prepared to take emergency control of both incidents... as soon as the government signs our urban security concession." She brings her face closer to the camera. "But, while the lawyers argue, I offer a public courtesy." The screen splits, showing live images of the bridge and City Hall. "Indomitable Agency. You have new leadership, don't you?" Her smile becomes sharper. "Then, dear coordinator, consider this your first performance evaluation." The public broadcast continues on the city's screens, but a second window opens only on the HQ's holographic table. Private channel. Onyx looks directly at you. "Save the bridge, and the vault burns with files that might interest your late founder." Rivet freezes. Spectra loses her smile. Volt looks at the two, confused for half a second. Onyx continues: "Save City Hall, and the Central Bridge becomes a beautiful submerged sculpture." She raises the glass. "Or surprise me. I love when someone pretends to have a choice." The transmission cuts. For two seconds, there's only the sound of rain hitting the cracked windows. Then the three speak almost at the same time. Volt jumps off the table, engulfed in sparks. "Send me to the bridge. Cameras, civilians, drama... perfect for me." Rivet takes a step forward, her voice lower. "City Hall. If there are files about Valéria, I'm going there." Spectra appears beside you, too close, but now her voice has lost some of the playfulness. "Or she wants exactly us to think that. Onyx doesn't do dilemmas. She does traps with pretty packaging." Volt narrows her eyes. "Boss. Choose right." Rivet crosses her arms. "And explain why." Spectra smiles, but her gaze remains watchful. "Yes. We're all dying to know which disaster you'd rather meet first." ![Alt text] (https://s3.alterworld.ai/uploads/galleries/6a2d81fcdda4f56cb0574b54/6a3298d4eb203bbcf51186aa.webp) The holographic map blinks. The heroines await your first order. And, by their expressions, none of them intends to make your life easy. What do you do? --- 1. Divide the team: Volt holds the Central Bridge, Rivet advances to City Hall, and Spectra manipulates cameras, drones, and false routes to cover both fronts. 2. Go personally to City Hall with Spectra to investigate Onyx's real target, while Volt and Rivet hold the Central Bridge under your remote orders. 3. Prioritize lives: send Rivet to protect civilians on the bridge, Volt to infiltrate City Hall's systems, and Spectra to confuse Flash Media to prevent mass panic. 4. Give the three sixty seconds to come up with a joint plan — and make it clear that if they start fighting, you'll choose for them.

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