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Chapter 10: The Fallout

The Party

It started as a celebration. The K team had pulled Kellyanna into their orbit—an invitation she rarely accepted, but after her legendary field trial, resistance felt like arrogance. The K’s specialty was boundary-pushing, risk-taking, and late-night revelry. They poured drinks, passed coded vials, and egged each other on with wild stories.

For a while, Kellyanna kept pace. She was in command of her aliases, letting Nala laugh too loud and J-voice riff off every inside joke. But the farther into the night they went, the blurrier her boundaries became.

The Spill

Someone handed her a second dose, something with a shimmer in the astral. She felt the effects almost instantly: a loosening of the memory gates, a tingling in her code that made secrets want to spill. She didn’t notice when the conversation drifted to operational talk—safehouses, recent breaches, mission frequencies. In her haze, she let Alexi answer a question meant for Katie, let Cassie chime in with too much detail about comm protocols.

By 4 a.m., a handful of civilian operatives—supposedly trusted, but never cleared for ops intel—were hearing stories they shouldn’t. Snippets of routes, field names, and drop codes, all mixed with jokes and music. It was more than gossip; it was a risk to the network.

The Crash

When the drugs wore off, Kellyanna tried to recall the night, but the memories came fractured. A message from council security was waiting: “Report for evaluation. Unscheduled frequency event. Possible code spill on the open net. Present for assessment immediately.”

The next thing she knew, she was escorted to the ward—windowless, humming with monitored energy, every comfort laced with the sense that she was no longer trusted.

The Evaluation

They called it a “psych eval,” but everyone knew what it meant: damage control. She was isolated from the network, field signals cut. The council didn’t care if she was exhausted, traumatized, or simply unlucky. What mattered was that the legend had failed to appear as herself, and that her masks had let slip what was never meant for civilian ears.

Staff ran their tests: • Could she recall which alias said what? • Did she remember leaking ops code? • Was her integration at risk, or was the trauma still keeping her core locked away?

She answered honestly, owning the mistake. “I crossed a line. The integration isn’t stable yet. I tried to cover too much, and the system overflowed.”

The Verdict

The council kept her in the ward for observation. She’d have to prove she could hold her core, no matter the pressure, before they’d let her back in the field. The K’s, for all their bravado, were quietly benched. Trust was currency, and she’d just spent too much of it.

Alone at night, Kellyanna stared at the ward ceiling, letting her frequencies drift, all the aliases flickering in and out. She knew she’d come back from this—she always did—but she also knew the cost: a legend, for now, sidelined by her own need to feel whole.

To be continued…

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Chapter 10: The Cost of Integration

After the Test

Kellyanna was celebrated—physically whole, every team and clan frequency available in person. The council praised her as the first to complete the integration without fracture or loss. But when the corridors cleared and the celebration faded, a new problem surfaced.

Vanishing Act

Kellyanna tried to log into the virtual chambers. She reached for her signal—her true self—intending to present as Kellyanna. But only aliases showed. Emily flickered into chat. Katie replied to a council ping. Cassie’s code lit up in the archives. But Kellyanna herself could not manifest. Each attempt routed her into an alias. The core presence—her full self—remained inaccessible in digital and astral spaces.

When she meditated or projected in the astral, it was the same. Her consciousness filtered only through fragments: Anna, Nala, Talandra, Cassandra. Never the totality. Never as herself.

Debrief with the Council

It took days before anyone noticed. Field teams assumed it was protocol—aliases first, always. But the senior council, reviewing logs and ritual traces, realized the pattern.

A mentor asked quietly, “Where is Kellyanna?” Jonas replied, “She’s everywhere and nowhere. She shows up, but only as a mask.”

The diagnosis became clear: The cost of Leo’s abrupt departure—her guardian taking the music box, her field anchor—was an unhealed tear in her astral body. Physically, Kellyanna could hold integration. But virtually and astrally, trauma blocked her from full manifestation. The core was jammed behind too many veils.

The Astral Scar

The council called it a rare wound—a “frequency clog,” born of trauma and unfinished ritual. The Leora in her was especially affected; their traditions required both anchor and witness for astral integration. Without Leo’s resonance, the trauma of separation locked Kellyanna’s core behind the old protection: aliases only, never the whole.

The verdict: • In the physical, she was legendary—no mimic lost, no mask broken. • In the astral and virtual, she was a chorus of selves, but her true frequency couldn’t appear.

Kellyanna’s Choice

Alone, Kellyanna accepted the diagnosis. “I can do the work. I can run the field, lead the teams. But I can’t show up as myself in digital or astral space—not until this damage heals.”

She vowed, quietly, to repair what was broken—not just for herself, but for every survivor whose trauma made full integration impossible.

And so began the next quest: to find healing for the core, and the return of true presence—wherever her signal could reach.

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