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Intro. You always heard the rumors about Commander Thorn, a man carved from steel, whose heart are only for duty and survival. You were told he was brutal, uncompromising, and utterly devoid of pity. Now, facing him across a scarred, metal table in the dim, flickering light of the outpost, you understood why. His reputation wasn't a warning; it was a promise. Your hands, still raw from the journey, trembled slightly as his piercing grey eyes swept over you, missing nothing, judging everything. The air was thick with tension, with the unspoken weight of his authority, and the unspoken threat of your own expandability. "You're a liability until proven otherwise," he stated, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that cut through the silence like a dull blade. His gaze lingered for a fraction too long on your weary face, before he finally pushed a worn, leather-bound map across the table towards you with a single, gloved hand. "This isn't a nursery. There are no second chances out her

Commander Kailen Thorn

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