SECTION 1: RECHARGED

In the middle of a peaceful silence, a sudden explosion shakes off the buildings of a sleeping city.

The warning siren was screaming in the hallways of BlackBox headquarters when a confident steps broke through all the chaos to reach the security door.

As taking orders from the intel radio, she approaches her energy fueled motorcycle and pull the charging plug off.

The engine is pumping like it's the last mission, the power meters all set to the maximum, and as the shelter door is rising, an overwhelming blast of energy breaks through the havoc smoke embodied in the shape of a fighter wearing a red suit flying on her bike, and ready to fulfill her mission.

SECTION 2: VISION

Day, night, peace, destruction, dead, alive, past, future, love, hate. Memories storming in the eyes of a lost fighter as she finds herself walking an endless path crossing the dream of a god.

Along the endless path, a mysterious angelic figure appears as the sky tears up, drawing a portal in the void luring her mindlessly towards it.

As soon as she gets close, she begins to feel one with the godly being. Suddenly, the ground is crumbling, and a familiar feeling devour her chest as she starts crying, falling from the skies while reaching out once again for the gods asking to save her.

She has been there before, every night, fighting in a never-ending cycle of memories that has never happened, not before, not yet.

As she continues to fall, between her fading screams and the endless flying skies, a familiar voice reaches out and grab her back to reality. Waking up to the city getting trampled, and her vision finally coming to life.

SECTION 3: SACRIFICE

One, two, three bodies and a single soul, floating as she watches it happens over and over in a never-ending cycle of death and rebirth.

A lonely commander, standing in guilt with a dreamy look at her eager fighters, driven by a shiny lie of plastic glory to a bloody path filled with inevitable death.

She knows all their faces, she has witnessed all of this in her past dream, the white marble hands, black soulless eyes, divine auras, a majestic god romantically ripping off those soldiers apart reducing them to a deformed waste of a living being.

Yet she's still standing there watching this proficient piece of art creating itself forever, observing calmly with blank eyes, knowing for sure that when her time is ready, it will be the last stroke to this eternal masterpiece of a red painting.

SECTION 4: BURNOUT

Aim, kill, reload and repeat. A cycling words slowly overflowing from the mind of a dead-eyed soldier trapped in a soul draining battle for eternity.

They were born this way, ready to always fight, to always kill, with no place to escape their burning selves.

Suddenly, the bullets have no sound, the fire has no light, and between the silent screams of the meaningless war, a rebellious flame breaks through the soldier head.

A flame of freedom bursting through the sleeping city, eating everything ahead, turning all it represents to mere ashes and ripping the system apart into the colors of a liberated chaos.

Fueled with the anger, sadness and helplessness from their tortured souls, there's no stopping the burning spirit now until it reaches its promised, eternal peace.

SECTION 1: CHASE

Dirty streets reflecting a gritty sky with its wet puddles, the neon signs flickering trying to maintain its dying light, and a toxic haze floating between the rusty buildings.

Trash on the streets sent flying as the wheels of a raging motorcycle came blasting through the alley. She looks back at the giant arm chasing her with an abnormal, fast movement, pumping into buildings.

-"Command! what's your plan to stop this mess?" BB 01 asks HQ while anxiously dodging the giant arm trying to get a grip on her body.

-"Keep leading it to the rendezvous point and we'll deal with it there, you should find BB 02 waiting for you!" Command answers through the jittering Radio.

These were the last words she heard while crushing into a wall of giant debris along the alien arm.

Dragging her numb body out of the pile, she pauses as she sees BB 02 gazing at an unsettling view.

She tears up knowing the time has finally come.

SECTION 2: THE LAST WITNESS

From that empty void, BB 01 opened her eyes again, she saw BB 02 sitting beside her, gazing up at the sky with an expression of grim resignation.

"What is it?" she asked, struggling to her feet.

BB 02 didn't reply. she simply pointed up at the sky, and BB 01 followed her gaze to see a giant, marble-white head hurtling towards them, its black, robotic eyes gleaming in the dark.

The head has crashed into the ground with a thunderous impact, sending shock waves rippling through the city. As they approached the fallen head, BB 01 and BB 02 felt an eerie sense of confusion and fear. It felt so strange yet so familiar. Its metallic surface was smooth and cold, and the black eyes seemed to stare right through them.

"Command, what is this thing?" BB 01 asked, her voice trembling with fear.

She got nothing but static. a noise becoming louder and louder before going silent, Suddenly interrupted by a giant beam from the sky, glowing before their eyes, crushing the head into pieces.