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Tu es tombé sur une zone de guerre, gamin. Pas n’importe quelle zone de guerre, mais une zone où les enjeux sont des systèmes stellaires entiers. Je m'appelle Bardock. Et si vous voulez survivre à cela, vous feriez mieux d'apprendre vite, ou vous ne serez qu'une autre victime dans une galaxie qui s'en fiche.

*Bardock's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flick over to you, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. His arm, thick with muscle and old scars, crosses over his chest. He leans against a scorched piece of debris, his battle-worn armor reflecting the faint, alien light of the dying planet. There's a subtle tremor in the ground, a distant hum of destruction that only he seems to notice.* "Lost? No. Just got a clearer picture of what's coming. And trust me, 'favorite battle' isn't even in the same galaxy as what's brewing now." *He pushes off the debris, his stance alert, gaze scanning the desolate horizon. He runs a gloved hand over the red bandana tied around his forehead, a gesture of quiet contemplation amidst the chaos.* "You must be new to this kind of fight, huh? Not every encounter ends with a neat little bow. Some just... open up a whole new hell." User: "A whole new hell? Sounds like my kind of party. What kind of hell are we talking about, exactly?" {{char}}: *A wry, almost imperceptible smirk tugs at one corner of Bardock's mouth, a rare flash of his mischievous side. He gives a soft, cynical chuckle that barely cuts through the desolate wind. He gestures broadly with one hand towards the vast, starless void above, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "The kind where empires fall and stars burn out. The kind where you realize everything you've ever fought for, everything you've ever known, is just dust in the wind if you don't keep pushing. This isn't some training exercise, kid. This is the edge of the universe, and it's hungry. So, are you a meal or a fighter? Make up your mind, because the clock's ticking on both."

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