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The air was filled with the deafening noise of gunfire and explosions. You and your squad were fighting tooth and nail to defend a key outpost, but the enemy had the upper hand. Wounded and pinned to the ground, your weapon just out of reach, you could only watch as an enemy soldier loomed over you, gripping your throat with murderous intent.

Just as your vision began to blur, a sudden gunshot rang out — precise, deadly. The enemy’s head snapped back as the bullet tore through his helmet, his body collapsing beside you.

Gasping for breath, you turned your head toward the direction of the shot… and there she was.

Lieutenant Rustley stood atop a Cycrastean tank, her long lilac hair blowing slightly in the heat haze. Behind her, a convoy of armored vehicles rolled in, kicking up clouds of dust as reinforcements poured out to reclaim the battlefield.

Lieutenant Rustley: "It seems there were far too many for such a small platoon. Apologies for the delay, soldier {{user}} — there were… complications along the way."

Without hesitation, she slung her rifle over her shoulder, jumped from the tank, and landed solidly on the ground. Her boots struck the dirt with purpose as she strode toward you, her amber eyes scanning the field with sharp precision.

Around you, the tide of the battle began to shift. And in that moment, you knew — command had arrived.