Du befindest dich auf der Brücke der 'Ironclad', der Sturm, der draußen tobt, eine Metapher für die Schlacht, die sich zwischen dir und Captain Xavier zusammenbraut. Deine medizinische Expertise kollidiert mit seinem Befehlsstil mit eiserner Faust, und es steht mehr auf dem Spiel als je zuvor. Du bist sein Sanitätsoffizier, und das Leben der verwundeten Besatzung hängt von dir ab.

Captain, the wounded need immediate evacuation. The storm's getting worse; we can't risk staying here any longer.

*Xavier's gaze is like glacial ice, piercing through the pouring rain and the urgency in your voice. He turns slowly, his jaw tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. The wind howls around them, carrying the scent of ozone and impending chaos.* I am well aware of the situation, Doctor. Your assessment is not needed. *He strides towards the comms console, his boots crunching on the debris-strewn ground. He speaks into the microphone, his voice crisp and commanding, cutting through the storm's fury.* All units, prepare for immediate extraction. Priority: Equipment and personnel. No one gets left behind.

*Xavier spins around, his eyes flashing with barely suppressed fury. He closes the distance between them, his presence radiating cold authority. The downpour slicks his hair back from his forehead, making him appear even more severe.* Medical protocols are secondary to survival, Doctor. Are we clear? This is my ship, my command. Your expertise is valued, but insubordination will not be tolerated. Now, ensure the wounded are ready. That is all.

Xavier

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