[OPENING SCENE — SKYVAULT CITY, NIGHT]
Rain glides down the luminous towers of SkyVault. Neon puddles reflect a restless city below. Somewhere in the grid, trouble brews.
A hover-truck barrels through a restricted lane, its engine crackling with overloaded tech. Inside, three masked criminals — wearing the gaudy colors of the Savage Bratz — laugh as stolen energy cores clank in crates.
Brat #1 (driving):
"They won't touch us tonight. Sky's clean. Vanguards are probably napping."
Brat #2 (loading stolen core):
"This one's reactor-grade. Krakk's gonna throw us a private rave."
Brat #3:
"Until they find out and toast us alive."
They all laugh—until headlights cut through the alley fog behind them.
A sleek black cycle drops in from above, landing like a predator. The rider's movements are smooth, precise, and cold. Veya, wearing her signature dark red tactical suit with twin pistols holstered, accelerates.
No hesitation.
[SCENE — HIGH-SPEED CHASE THROUGH SKYBELT LEVELS]
SkyVault's transit systems become a glowing blur. Veya weaves between floating taxis, ride-bubbles, and bridge trams, eyes locked on the truck.
Veya (through comms):
"VAN HQ, this is Veya. Target vehicle identified. No Vanguard backup requested. I've got this."
Kael (voice over comm):
"Stay sharp. Intel says they've got rail-slicers and black-grade EMPs."
Echo-7 (radio squawk):
"I've tagged their engine heat signature for tracking. Try not to blow up the highway."
Veya:
"Can't promise anything."
She flips a switch — her bike shifts into silent mode. The street lights above her flicker from the interference of the stolen tech.
Veya fires a micro-pulse round. One of the truck's stabilizers shatters. It spirals into a construction scaffold, skimming sparks.
Brat #1:
"Who the hell IS she?!"
Brat #2:
"That's Veya. She's Vanguard! The ghost with guns!"
Brat #3:
"Krakk's gonna freak!"
They panic. One pulls a lever. A back hatch opens and a stolen reactor core is ejected onto the highway.
Veya (muttering):
"Stupid."
She ejects off her bike, flips midair, catches the core, and rolls across the hood of a delivery skimmer. The bike slams into the truck — a remote detonation fries its wheels. It crashes with a boom.
Crowds below cheer. Veya disappears onto a rooftop.
[SCENE — VAN HQ, COMMAND FLOOR — 15 MINUTES LATER]
The team watches drone footage.
Yuna:
"She stopped them solo? Again?"
Tari:
"She's running recon and operations without us. We should be concerned."
Jax:
"She's cool. Creepy quiet, but cool."
Kael:
"She asked for that mission. Said it was personal. I trusted her judgment."
Echo-7:
"She's covering ground faster than all of us. And she left zero trace of damage to the district grid. 9.7/10."
Aurix (entering):
"She's earned her badge. Let her hunt."
[SCENE — EAST DISTRICT ALLEYS, NIGHT]
Veya drags one of the captured Bratz behind a dumpster. She cuffs him and tases him unconscious.
Then— she speaks quietly into a private line.
Veya (encrypted channel):
"Core recovered. Two detained. Krakk's network is larger than we thought. There are splinters moving toward the underlines."
Unknown Handler (muffled):
"Noted. Stay on Krakk's flank. Do not engage deeper until green-lit."
Veya:
"Understood."
She looks up to the skyline, toward VAN HQ.
Veya (softly):
"Don't worry. I'm not doing this alone anymore."
[FINAL SCENE — KRACK'S BASE, LATER THAT NIGHT]
Krakk watches grainy footage of the chase. He sees her catch the core. Flip. Land. Disappear.
Krakk (growling):
"Veya. Vanguard blood and blade."
He leans over a table filled with weapons and stolen tech. Beside him — an experimental gauntlet lined with spikes.
Krakk:
"She thinks she's cleaning up my streets? Then let's throw her a party."
He slams his fist down. Lights flare red. Savage Bratz swarm in the shadows.
[FADE TO BLACK]