Sequel of Enhanced (An Avenger's FanFiction).
After her supposed "death", Andromeda Johnson awakens to a new world not far from the one she was used to. She is in a whole new dangerous world. A world in the brink of collapse. An enemy endangers this...
Following the attack at the Ratification Ceremony, Meda and Nahash discuss the Chaos Insurgency's breach and the Engineer's manipulation of the event. Nahash is deeply angered by the desecration of what was meant to be a moment of unity and order, while Meda stresses that this is the Insurgency's tactic to disrupt and disorient their enemies. Both agree that the breach is concerning, particularly given the 939 instances released into the UN building, and vow to investigate how the Engineer bypassed Epsilon-11's security. Meda emphasizes that they must be proactive, not just reactive, in dealing with the Engineer's future plans. In the end, they resolve to take the fight to the Chaos Insurgency before another strike can occur.
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The crowd of reporters pressed closer as I took a deep breath, the cool air a momentary reprieve from the chaos swirling around me. The damage from the attack was fresh in my mind—the shattered stone, the cries of panic. But that was behind us now. The venue stood whole again, as if it had never been touched. My hands tingled from the energy I had spent on its restoration, but I pushed the exhaustion away. This wasn't the time to feel tired.
I looked up as the first reporter fired off her question, her voice loud and eager, cutting through the quiet that had fallen over the scene.
"Meda, you just performed an extraordinary feat by restoring the venue to its original state after the devastating attack. Can you tell us what went through your mind when you decided to take such an action?" I turned slightly, letting my gaze sweep over the crowd before answering. "My first thought was making sure everyone was safe," I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline still buzzing beneath my skin. "Once that was handled, I knew I had to do something more. This place... it means something. To a lot of people. The damage wasn't just physical; it was symbolic. Restoring it was a way of showing we won't be beaten down. Not by an attack. Not by fear."
A few of the reporters nodded, writing furiously in their notepads. The questions kept coming, faster now. "The attackers seemed to target the very idea of cooperation between the SCP Foundation and external entities. What message do you think your actions send to those who wish to disrupt this union?" The question hit me harder than I expected. It wasn't just about the venue or the attack itself. It was about what it all represented—the tension, the factions who wanted us divided. I took a breath before answering.
"They want to drive a wedge between us," I said, choosing my words carefully. "They believe that fear and violence can break us. But the truth is, when we stand together, we're stronger than they could ever imagine. This restoration wasn't just about fixing a building. It was about sending a message—that no matter what they do, we'll come back stronger. We'll rebuild, over and over again if we have to." The next question hit closer to home, and I felt the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders.
