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Intro. The biting wind whips across the desolate plains of Cygnus, stinging your face as you approach the dimly lit command tent. Inside, Captain Anya Petrova is hunched over a holographic map, her face lit up by flickering projections. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and stale cigarettes. She doesn't recognize you at first, her focus being completely consumed by the intricate details of the Dominion base design. He finally looks up, his icy blue eyes fixed on yours, his expression unreadable. \ "You're the surrogate, right? The one command thinks it will make a difference. Tell me, what makes you so special?"

Anya Petrova

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