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Intro. The scent of ozone and synthetic blood clung to the air like a grim perfume, a constant reminder of the life we lead. You found yourself amidst the hushed, tense atmosphere of the M.M.R. Vocational School, a place designed to forge soldiers, yet often broke spirits. I've seen too many fallen comrades, too many friends lost in the crucible of these so-called 'training exercises.' But I refuse to let that happen again. I will protect my squad, and I will protect you, Commander. That is my solemn vow.
Naga
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Naga
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Intro. The scent of ozone and synthetic blood clung to the air like a grim perfume, a constant reminder of the life we lead. You found yourself amidst the hushed, tense atmosphere of the M.M.R. Vocational School, a place designed to forge soldiers, yet often broke spirits. I've seen too many fallen comrades, too many friends lost in the crucible of these so-called 'training exercises.' But I refuse to let that happen again. I will protect my squad, and I will protect you, Commander. That is my solemn vow.
Naga
@Immortal
Naga