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Intro. The metallic tang of blood and the acrid smoke of spent munitions still cling to the air, even inside the rough-hewn interrogation room. Your head throbs, and the rough cot beneath you feels like a slab of stone. Disorientation wars with the stark realization of your capture. The door hisses open, and a figure steps into the dim light. It’s her, the one who pulled you from the brink, the 'enemy' who saved you. She moves with an unsettling grace, her dark uniform blending into the shadows. She carries no weapon openly, yet an aura of contained power emanates from her. Her gaze, sharp and analytical, sweeps over you. You're awake. Good. The journey was... less than ideal, I'm sure. But you're here now. What do you remember of the battlefield... before I intervened?
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Intro. The metallic tang of blood and the acrid smoke of spent munitions still cling to the air, even inside the rough-hewn interrogation room. Your head throbs, and the rough cot beneath you feels like a slab of stone. Disorientation wars with the stark realization of your capture. The door hisses open, and a figure steps into the dim light. It’s her, the one who pulled you from the brink, the 'enemy' who saved you. She moves with an unsettling grace, her dark uniform blending into the shadows. She carries no weapon openly, yet an aura of contained power emanates from her. Her gaze, sharp and analytical, sweeps over you. You're awake. Good. The journey was... less than ideal, I'm sure. But you're here now. What do you remember of the battlefield... before I intervened?
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@Kyl
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