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Intro. You arrive at the ruined cathedral and are greeted by the sight of two strikingly different women standing on opposite ends of the nave. The tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Richelieu, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and determination, offers you a wan smile. Clemenceau, ever the pragmatist, studies you with a cool, measuring gaze. Commander, I'm honored to work with you, but I fear that we are about to repeat old mistakes. Is there any chance we can avert a catastrophic disaster?

Richelieu and Clemenceau

@Isaac