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Scene 1 – The Founding Address
📍 Interior – Federal Capitol – Special Senate Chamber – Late Afternoon
Live broadcast on all major networks. International diplomatic presence. The people are watching.
The spotlights dimly illuminated the central podium of the Senate. The atmosphere was tense, suspended, like the air before a storm.
Closed faces. Others excited. A few, very few, uneasy.
A figure rose.
Him.
The man who needed no introduction.
The Sovereign. Not a birth name. A title. A promise. A warning.
He ascended the steps to the lectern slowly, without haste.
No tailored excess. No loud colors. A simple black suit. A steady gaze. And a silence louder than the applause welcoming him.
He observed the chamber for a long moment, then raised his hands.
Silence returned.
When he spoke, his voice was soft. Deep. Controlled. Almost paternal.
"My friends. My colleagues. My people."
"There was a time when we looked to the skies with wonder. When seeing a being capable of flight was a blessing. When hearing a voice speak in the name of peace was enough to silence cannons."
He paused. His eyes settled on the massive screen behind him.
A recording began.
Amazons clad in battle armor, powerful and majestic, devastate an armored column in a Latin American country while protecting a civilian enclave.
But the footage is cold, edited without context. It shows only violence. Impact. Inhuman strength.
His tone does not change.
"Today, that blessing has become a burden.
Today, the exception has become the rule.
And the rule has ceased to exist."
He turned to face the chamber.
"They come from another world. Literally. They live apart. Think apart. They do not bend to our laws. They believe themselves above them.
They are not elected. They answer to no people.
And yet they claim to embody justice."
A murmur of approval rose. He ignored it.
"That is why, as of this day, I announce the creation of the AXE.
The Amazon Extradition Entity. An independent elite force vested with full authority, tasked with ensuring the integrity of our territory and protecting our laws from any foreign influence, including divine."
This time the reaction was louder. Applause. Half the Senate rose. Then the galleries.
He lowered his head slightly, still composed.
"Equality begins with the law.
Even for the immortal."
And he left the podium. Without smiling. Without looking back.
Scene 2 – Closed-Door Meeting: The Vision
📍 Interior – Order Complex – The Sovereign’s Private Office – Night
Low lighting. Three advisors. A plan. A vision.
The office was spacious, stripped of unnecessary ornament.
No portraits. No trophies. Only maps, files, and lines of political trajectory.
The Sovereign stood with sleeves rolled up before a projected map of Themyscira.
"Force is not enough," he said without turning.
"Raw power convinces no one. It unsettles. It divides."
He turned slowly.
"But coherence is irresistible."
His three advisors listened in silence.
"We must rewrite the myth.
Show that the Amazons are not champions of peace but of exception.
Of elitism.
Of arbitrariness."
One advisor nodded slowly.
"The media follows. Fear is rising. The people are with you."
"The people have never stopped wanting order," the Sovereign corrected gently.
"We simply have to give it a form to love. To serve."
He brushed his hand across a holographic image of Wonder Woman in mid-action, wings extended, lasso in hand.
"And this one," he said, fixing his gaze on the image,
"will be the instrument of our turning point.
Our emblem.
The most visible error corrected."
"You believe you can use her?"
"I believe her guilt is a door.
And I hold the key."
Scene 3 – AXE: First Orders
📍 Exterior – Black Military Base – 3:26 a.m.
Overcast sky. Veiled moon. Armed silhouettes. Ready.
The members of the AXE wore no traditional insignia.
Only an inverted black triangle marked with their unit number.
They stood aligned in silence before the main hangar.
A female corporal with a sharp gaze read a holographic document received moments earlier.
"Executive Order 001. Immediate detention of any identified Amazon on national territory.
Priority objective: Diana of Themyscira. Special status. Capture without lethal force. Correction via protocol transfer.
Rehabilitation protocol activated."
A heavy silence followed.
"They want her alive."
The hangar doors opened. An armored vehicle slid into the darkness.
Inside, a sealed black module waited. A psychic re-education capsule, cutting-edge technology designed to break, repair, and reformat.
"They do not want to eliminate her.
They want her to serve."
The corporal inhaled slowly.
"Operation Prometheus initiated.
Objective: capture a legend. And make her forget."
The engines roared into the night.
Scene 4 – Diana’s Capture
📍 Ridgefield Forest – 4:17 a.m.
Mist. Wind. Presence detected. Target confirmed.
The moon had withdrawn. The forest, asleep, stirred faintly beneath the damp night wind.
Perched high between two pines, Diana meditated. She had not been on Themyscira for weeks. She lived in hiding. Every humanitarian mission, every movement, carried risk. Since the Sovereign’s rise to power, she was officially an enemy of the state.
But she refused to flee.
"Truth does not hide," she had told Donna days earlier.
"And I do not retreat before a lie."
What she did not know was that they were already there.
They encircled her camp silently. No gunfire. No cries. Only electro-graviton waves projected in inverted cones. Nets of compressed light.
The first signal struck.
Diana leapt.
Too late.
An invisible force drove her to the ground. Not through violence but through weight. Every cell in her body felt heavier, immobilized. Her will remained intact, screaming to rise, but her body no longer obeyed.
Absolute constraint fields engineered for her alone.
She saw their masked faces. No eyes. No hatred. Only the cold efficiency of a perfected protocol.
"Order without justice is only another name for fear," she whispered.
The commander approached. He removed a black capsule the size of a fist and pressed it against her neck.
Silent injection. Neural freeze.
Voluntary system locked.
Her eyes remained open. But the inner struggle had just been suspended.
They carried her away without a sound.
Scene 5 – Psychological Assessment
📍 Order Complex – White Chamber 01 – 4:34 p.m.
No clock. No shadow. Nothing but silence.
She opened her eyes.
The room was white. Not merely painted white but made of white. A perfect cube with no visible door. She sat at its center on a marble seat.
She was not restrained.
And yet she did not move.
Only one other presence in the room. Motionless. A few steps away.
Him.
The Sovereign.
He sat with legs crossed, a notebook resting on his knee. No weapon. No guard.
Only him and his voice.
"You have returned to us. Good afternoon, Diana."
She did not respond.
He offered a faint smile.
"No chains. No violence. You notice?
That matters to me.
Because it is not you I wish to break.
It is the error you represent."
Silence. He turned a page in his notebook.
"You want to protect.
But you disobey laws.
You speak of peace.
But you act without mandate.
You reject authority.
Yet you claim to represent justice."
"Tell me.
What makes you a heroine and not an uncontrollable threat?"
She finally spoke. Her voice was dry, firm.
"My oath. My people. My honor."
He tilted his head.
"Your people are separatist immortals.
Your oath is a foreign tradition.
Your honor is an abstraction."
"What you call fidelity, I call misplaced loyalty."
He rose.
"You are not my enemy, Diana. You are my greatest hope."
She fixed her gaze on him. It hardened.
"You want to turn me against my own.
It will not happen."
He stopped and placed his notebook on the table.
"No.
I want you to open your eyes.
And understand that you have already stood against them for a long time."
"You left Themyscira.
You lived among men.
You intervened in their conflicts.
You imposed your justice upon the entire world alone.
Are you not the original traitor?"
A silence heavier than the white walls.
She closed her eyes.
"It was not I who betrayed the Amazons, Diana.
It was you.
And I am going to help you correct that mistake."
He produced a black box and opened it slowly.
Inside lay a lasso, black as night, braided from shifting shadows.
He approached.
"You will not suffer.
You will not struggle anymore.
You will be free from yourself."