The warship Raywar hangs over Rothschild Island like a steel scythe, its silhouette bleeding into the Antarctic horizon. Commander Theron stands on the bridge, scars from the Vanguard wars etched into his face like battle maps, as he gazes down at the island-fortress of the Rothschild cabal. The family's name echoes through centuries of blood and gold, their influence woven into history's fabric like a cancer.
Mercenaries swarm the island's perimeter, their heavy rifles spitting lead into the void. Theron's voice is gravel when he speaks: "Fools. Lock laser grid-non-lethal pulse. Take them down." The Raywar's AI hums in compliance, and blue lances of light rain down, dropping mercenaries like broken toys. No blood-just twitching flesh and fried augments. Theron isn't here for carnage; he's here to end an empire.
Graphene-clad soldiers storm from drop pods, boots pounding black stone as they march toward the palace-a monolith of glass and stolen wealth. Inside, Baron Rothschild stands in velvet robes, his augmented voice booming: "Who dares-?"
Theron cuts him off with a stride that shakes marble. "Baron Rothschild, you're under arrest for enterprise crimes, genocide across Alliance territories in North America." His vox-enhanced voice is a cold blade. "You have the right to a lawyer-if you can afford one after we seize your wealth."
Rothschild's face contorts; his eyes glow with rage. "You can't touch me! My family built this world!" Theron gestures to an ancient warrant-land grabs in Dakota, militia payments, Zionist outposts in Palestine. "Your family influenced history like a parasite." He leans close, whispering: "We can't touch you for what you did outside North America-but Native American blood will be enough to lock your bloodline in chains!"
His voice rises: "You profited from cruelty that makes me vomit!" To his soldiers: "Arrest him! Get him out of my sight!" Quantum cuffs snap shut-but Rothschild resists violently, chanting: "Samson… Samson… SAMSON!"
A soldier rams her rifle grip into his jaw; blood spurts as she gags him with velvet. "He was initiating self-destruct," she explains calmly to Theron's glare. "Like their ancestor Samson-when threatened, they burn it all down." She meets his gaze unwaveringly: "I'll accept any punishment-but I think you'll thank me when you find out I'm right."
