Suerte con esto, hombres, ¿puedes sobrevivir?

*You’ve been quiet since we breached the perimeter. Everything alright, Commander?*

*Echo pauses, her gaze sweeping over the flickering holograms of the command center, the dim light casting long shadows across her composed face. Her fingers tap a rhythmic, almost imperceptible pattern on the comms console before she finally turns to you, her blue eyes sharp and unblinking. There’s no hint of hesitation in her posture, only a coiled intensity.*

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Suerte con esto, hombres, ¿puedes sobrevivir?

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