Several days ago...
Staten Island, New York.
In the periter of the SIGIL Headquarters, deafening alarms rang as operatives, both Jaegers and non-Jaegers, prepared for a siege. For the first ti in years, the heart of SIGIL has been breached.
"Deploy the special forces! I want the Block 6 here now!"
The high commander of the headquarters roared as personnel stread through the central operations node, also known as CON.
One of the officials stationed nearby looked at the screens, wondering what the alarms were about. "Why are you acting as though we are being besieged?"
"SIGIL resides near the heart of the Federation. I doubt the Clan could pierce through our layers of defensive lines."
His doubts were understandable, as it had been years since the headquarters had been under siege. The last ti was after the revolution.
When so of them rebelled.
"Intelligence just ca. An adversary is planning to invade the headquarters." The high commander affird as the official furrowed his eyebrows.
"Who is this adversary?"
Hearing the question of the ignorant official, the high commander took a deep breath and answered. "A Paragon is coming to lay waste."
"A Paragon? Shouldn't we be calling nearby Paragons for assistance?" The official's eyes widened, dread seeping into his face.
Paragons were unpredictable and dangerous. The only ones who could handle them were other Paragons. For this reason, two Paragons cannot be in the sa division.
The balance of power would collapse, so they were better separated and divided. A better path for the Federation's assurance to the SIGIL.
"I already called for the sixth Paragon. Unfortunately, it will take so ti for him to arrive." The high commander sighed, watching the mobilization of their forces.
Most of the personnel stationed within the headquarters were mbers of Block 6 and the special forces under the direct command of the high echelons.
Beside them, there was the local garrison of New York. But they were nothing more than another at for the grinder.
"The defecting Paragon... Who is it!? Is it the first Paragon? The third!?" Another official barged into the central operations node, exclaiming.
The first and third Paragons were forr military people. They were deployed along the southern front. It was where they defended the borders from the Clan's incursion.
Because of how far they were from civilization, as no settlents tended to settle near the southern front, nor were there cities from the Old World left.
Jaegers from the first and third divisions disliked the lavish lives of other divisions scattered throughout the Federation.
If a Paragon were to defect, it could only co from these two parties. The high echelons already expected another rebellion to erge. So, they were much more prepared than before.
Once again, the high commander took a deep breath and looked at the two officials with a shaded expression. It was filled with dread.
No Paragons could flood them with terror other than one. It was none other than the strongest of humanity.
The seventh Paragon of SIGIL, Alastair Glass.
"No...no.... That's impossible." The official who recently arrived shook his head in shock. It was unbelievable.
After all, despite the uncaring attitude of that woman, she never rebelled against the official authority. Even during the first rebellion, she was the one who stomped it.
Otherwise, the SIGIL Headquarters would have fallen.
So, why now? Why did the White Devil change her mind?
"That's the million-dollar question. Unfortunately, we don't have an answer. We can only hope to survive what is about to co." The high commander stared at the monitors.
Trouble was coming for all of them.
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On the fortified bridge connecting Staten Island and Brooklyn, a beautiful white-haired lady stood with indifference. Embracing her body was a jet-black trench coat, which fluttered amidst the cold wind.
Her pearl-like eyes gazed upon the walls of the SIGIL Headquarters, aloof and piercing. Her na was Alastair Glass, the seventh Paragon of SIGIL.
Standing beside Alastair was her trusted secretary, attired in a formal business uniform. Her sapphire-like eyes pierced through her golden-tinted eyeglasses.
The cold breeze swayed her jet-black hair, tied in a ponytail. Holding a giant blade called the Zweihander, she was the infamous Rogue Blade, Francine Espada.
"The targets have been confird, Miss Alastair. All of them are currently within the SIGIL Headquarters." The gorgeous secretary uttered while staring at the looming walls.
She never thought that there would be a ti when she would point her blade towards it. But her loyalty was only directed to Alastair, not the SIGIL or the Federation.
She was but a blade for the strongest of humanity.
"Good, it's ti to clean my backyard." Alastair's lips curved into a smirk as she walked forward with a tinge of arrogance.
Francine followed from behind, prepared to fight once ordered by her wielder. Behind her calm sapphire irises, a sense of excitent was palpable.
A fight to the death against the greatest swordsman of the New World. It was sothing to behold for soone like her.
The two of them walked towards the entrance of the headquarters, where the spotlights promptly flashed with radiance. The sun was setting as twilight painted the heavens.
Evening was about to ti alongside its shrouding darkness.
Without any hesitation or delay, the sentry turrets mounted over the walls fired at the two. A hail of bullets rained down, but as they were about to reach Alastair.
The bullet rain bounced off an invisible surface, returning to the sentry turrets with precision. Holes riddled the tallic surface of these machines before exploding in a bright plu.
It was an intriguing sight, but they weren't here for the spectacle.
"They were expecting us, huh? It seems that they have also infiltrated Block 5." Alastair's smirk widened while staring at the blasted sentry turrets.
Stepping forward, Francine wielded her Zweihander and swung it towards the defensive gates that had protected the headquarters for years.
The winds surged as the gargantuan iron gates were shattered and hurtled deep into the headquarters, where alarms blared by the mont.
"I'm ho." Alastair entered the devastated entrance with a nonchalant expression, staring at the broken structures as though they didn't bother her for a mont.
Waiting for them was an army of special forces and Jaegers, all of whom were astounded to see the strongest of humanity standing against them.
None of them was inford by their superiors.
"Why are you hesitating? That mad woman is planning to take the country by force. She wants to destroy us and rule the New World by herself!" Out of nowhere, a voice instigated.
Alastair rely grinned at them and snapped her pale fingers. In one single instant, the world shifted as space reflected and ti echoed under her dominion.
The Jaegers and special forces ready to confront her were swallowed by the mirror world, defeated before any could even move a single muscle.
"That should do it," she remarked and walked past the desolate streets where an army of SIGIL personnel supposedly gathered.
Since the beginning, none of them stood a chance against the White Devil. If one wanted to last more than a mont against her, they would have to be Paragons themselves.
"Now that the small fries are gone. It's ti to catch the big fish." Alastair smirked towards the towering building of the headquarters.
She sauntered into the empty lobby of the building, while Francine followed from behind, each of her steps perating a sense of grace.
"Did they already leave?" The secretary tilted her head and inquired as Alastair chucked at the proposition. "Trying to leave for the only place that could protect them is foolish."
"Besides, even if they wanted to. I doubt they could go farther than a mile." Her arrogance was radiating, but it was understandable.
Since Heaven's Fall, Alastair had presud the title of the strongest. The first ti she acted upon her title was to instigate the revolution against the Clan.
The second mont was when she crushed the rebellion of so stupid Jaegers who wanted to secede from the unified nation of humanity, the Federation.
Perhaps, this would be the third. The complete purge of the rebels that managed to infiltrate the Federation and SIGIL. She had always done it in one act of crushing with overwhelming force.
All of these piling troubles rely collapsed on top of one another.
"They should be in that underground basent of theirs, hiding like cockroaches." Alastair shook her head, faking an expression of disappointnt.
"If they were that afraid, they shouldn't have aligned themselves with rebels and cults. The New World isn't their playground."
"It's mine."
With one single gesture of her hand, the entirety of the headquarters unravelled into pieces as though the building blocks of reality had been disassembled by a higher being.
It didn't take long for the structure to be disassembled into pieces.
Inside the cavity, the structural dismantlent left behind, a lone structure remained at its center. Francine gracefully gazed upon it while Alastair grinned.
"Would you look at that... Isn't their little panic room cute?"
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