"I'm sorry, I'm... not the Zeena you know. I apologize for the confusion, ma'am."

She could feel the bile in her throat from that. So much anger, so much HATE, but she was suppressing it.

"I'm Zeena Prime. Her.... ancestor, I guess you could say. And you are?"

Hearing her called by name caught her COMPLETELY off guard.

...one of her descendants was *here.* On this planet. And... fraternizing with the enemy??

...

She could work with this.

She switched her demeanor rapidly to a more apologetic one, giving the Babylonian a convincing but forced smile.--

She stood up in her seat, eyes wide.

"Is that..."

They narrowed, a snarl crossing her face as she saw Jet.

A Babylonian.

#𝐂𝐖𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐗

"Hmmm..." She started to circle him.

"No spikes on the tail, no wings, missing some horns... you must be one of the later generation clones.

Good to see some of my people survived the Great Spacial Vault, at least..."

Eyebrow raised as she catches sight of him.

"Zavok?...

...Oh, no. Never mind, my mistake. Not the one I know."

Wandering into the stadium's bleachers, looking around.

"...Huh. Some kinda sporting event I suppose."

Sits down in an empty seat. #𝐂𝐖𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐗

almost no sign of their kind here.

...lost in thought, she'd accidentally find herself almost running into @babylonianbrainiac.bsky.social.

"Ack- crap, my bad!" she said, barely avoiding running into her... before pausing.

That face. Those markings.

...

Anger was boiling.

"...what is this place?" the Zeti mused to herself as she walked across the street; towards the stadium that was being currently taken down after the race.

It reminded her of... Babylon. It annoyed her a bit. But she knew they weren't in control here. The architecture was different, and she saw--

Moving to exit the crater.

"Let's see what our descendants have been up to."

towards Mobius.

She curled her body into a ball, calling on her cryokinesis to freeze the air around her to create an intensely dense shield...

And then, impact.

KA-THOOM.

She stood up, the ice falling off of her as she looked around at the crater she'd made.

"...Well."

She began to walk.--

giving a sigh.

The Zeti's tail flicked in barely contained frustration... before her gaze returned to the world below, determination in them.

"Then they'll pay. But first."

She bent her knees... and jumped.

She escaped the gravitational pull of the small planetoid in seconds; rocketing--

furrowed in rage.

She lifted her fists up, and slammed them down onto the ground.

The Hex itself shook as the ground around her ruptured and cratered, a howl of unbelievable anger escaping her. One that could be heard from the planet below.

...and then it was over.

She stood up straight,--

As she emerged into the daylight, a path of destruction behind her from the drones that had attacked her, their weapons proving useless, she gazed out from the sky at the world below the Hex.

"...so this is where we were sent."

Her fists clenched.

"After they disregarded us."

Her eyebrows--

into scrunched up balls of sparking metal.

And she began walking out of the room, brushing a stray hair out of her face, crushing the remains of the security drones beneath her feet.

The signal was calling her somewhere.

She only had to follow it.

Alarms blared.

"WARNING. WARNING. BREACH IN CONTAINMENT CENTER 75-B DETECTED."

The doors opened, large robotic drones styled after birds stepping in, lifting their arms to point weapons at her.

Her eyes narrowed and she lifted a hand, closing it into a fist.

The machines rapidly were crushed--

the side, pushing to pull Zeena loose.

Her foot hit the ground without restraint, the metal floor cracking and bending beneath her strength.

She heaved, breathing heavy, head drooped low...

Before lifting, electric blue eyes practically glowing in the dark, dimly-lit facility.

"..."--

A signal, sent from the planet below the Hex.

Deep within the shattered artificial planetoid, a cylinder, iced over from within, began to hiss, steam flowing out of the cracks before beginning to open.

The steam poured out, obscuring the figure within... before a clawed hand emerged, gripping--

((excitedly shakes i can't wait to use zeena prime

"I'm not going anywhere."

>A version of Zeena that the one we know was cloned from

>Has a wider suite of abilities, including stronger technopathy and magnetism

>Much more agreeable than canon Zeena, being less vain and more simply confident

>Has an agenda she keeps to herself