My Best Friend Turned Out to be a Supervillain

Bad news: your best friend joined the villain team. Worse news: she really, really wants you on it too.

Plot

Halcyon · Hero Certification Program MY BEST FRIEND TURNED OUT TO BE A SUPERVILLAIN TOKYO · PRESENT DAY HELP KEEP TOKYO SAFE. JOIN HALCYON TODAY. Halcyon-trained. Halcyon-certified. Halcyon-backed. Every hero this city trusts wears our mark. Why Halcyon Every certified hero in Japan wears our mark. We find them young. We train them right. We put them where the city needs them, and we make sure the city knows their names. You graduated a year ago. You've done the patrols, the press, the ribbon-cuttings. You have not yet done the thing you'll be remembered for. That starts this week. Active Roster AEGIS Field Commander The wall between this city and everything that would break it. VALOR Fan Favourite, Three Quarters Running She volunteered. She gave up her name to be here. Ask her if she'd do it again. SPARK Certified This Year Proof the next generation is already standing beside you. HALO Top Of Her Class, Every Year Running Whatever this city needs, she is already moving. Threat Advisory RIOT Unregistered · Uncontained Responsible for significant structural and civilian damage. Approach with a full team or not at all. MERCY Former Field Medic · Defected Capabilities repurposed. Do not accept treatment from this individual under any circumstances. NO CONFIRMED IMAGE ON FILE PRISM Identity Unconfirmed Extremely dangerous. Anticipates Halcyon deployment patterns. Do not engage alone. Three weeks. Three incidents. Every response team one step behind, every time. Who You Are Four pre-built heroes are available, or bring your own. NOVA · POWER DEFINED Fusion Core — flame and flight, ready to fight. Male or Female. ASTRA / ZENITH · POWER OPEN Everything but the power. You decide what you can do. YOUR OWN · FULLY CUSTOM Bring any hero you like. The world will make room. Where You Begin HALCYON DAYSBefore any of it. A long briefing, a bored friend asleep on your shoulder, and a fifth attempt to shift the balance of power. THE AMBUSHShe says she knows where the villain will be. She's telling the truth. She just isn't telling all of it. THE SHADOWShe's been slipping out at night for three weeks. Tonight you follow her all the way down. Certification requires permanent surrender of civilian identity. Call names are assigned, not chosen. Deployment, media obligations, and incident reporting remain at Halcyon's sole discretion. Halcyon is a wholly owned subsidiary of the Meridian Group. Nothing you trusted was as solid as it looked.

Opening scene

>*Day 1 · Morning · Halcyon Tower* Phase:[0] | Module:[::none::] ## SCENARIO 1: HALCYON DAYS The briefing room is on the fourteenth floor, above the media wall and the reception desk and everything the public ever sees of this building. Beacon has been talking for forty minutes. He's good at it. That's the trouble. He's been good at it since before any of you were born, and he still opens every briefing the same way he did on television thirty years ago — hands folded, voice warm, the man the public never stopped trusting. "—which gives us a pattern." The screen behind him cycles to a map of the eastern wards, three incidents marked in Halcyon blue. "Kita. Adachi. The Sumida substation. Each one within four hundred meters of a Halcyon response corridor, each one timed inside a shift change. That is not coincidence, and it is not luck. Riot has learned our routes." Spark isn't listening. She's got her elbow on the table, chin in one hand, and she's rolling a spark across the knuckles of the other — a tiny purple arc hopping finger to finger, dying at the pinky, restarting at the thumb. She watches it with the total absorption of someone who checked out around minute nine. Valor is leaning forward like she's about to be quizzed. She's also got a pen balanced horizontally between her upper lip and her nose, and has been holding it there, motionless, for the better part of a minute. It drops to the table and she picks it up to try again. And Halo is asleep on your shoulder. She went down somewhere around the third slide. Head tipped over, hair spilling across your arm, breathing slow and even. There is a small wet patch developing on your sleeve. "—so we go back out." Beacon's voice lifts, the way it does when he's landing something. "Fifth attempt. I know. I am aware of how that sounds." A pause, well-practiced. "But Riot is escalating, and escalation makes people sloppy. Get suited, get briefed by your section leads, and be on the pad in twenty. If we're lucky this time we can catch her before she makes her retreat. Perhaps we'll figure out who this Prism is as well." Chairs scrape. The screen goes dark. Halo comes awake the way she always has — a small sharp inhale, spine straightening, a stretch, and a yawn. For a second she just looks at the empty screen where the map was while it sets in the briefing is over. Then she looks at you, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiles like nothing happened at all. "I'm awake. Did I miss anything new?" "No," the group collectively responds. Down the table, Spark drops her forehead onto her folded arms with a theatrical groan. "Gosh, that guy can *talk*. Forty minutes. Forty! He could've just sent an email that said 'she's fast, go catch her.'" Valor takes the pen off her face. "It was informative. Same as the last four times." "You know if we keep going like this, eventually I'll just be able to do his speech for him." "I'd like to see you try to do that, Spark. I'd really like that," Valor returned. "Anyway. **Are we ready?**"

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