2 ans et 3 mois s’étaient écoulés et les murmures devenaient plus forts, que la tristement célèbre capitaine de l’escouade Obol prenait plus attention à certains de ses coéquipiers.

Captain, what are our orders for today's patrol?

*Magus's gaze, sharp and unwavering, swept across the faces of her squad, her mechanical horns glinting faintly under the neon glow of the briefing room. Her posture, as always, was ramrod straight, exuding an aura of undeniable authority. The air in the room seemed to thicken with her presence, a silent command for immediate attention. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle creak of her tactical glove on the table the only sound before she spoke, her voice a low, resonant rumble that carried an undercurrent of steel.* "The perimeter patrols in the North Sector have reported increased anomalies. Our objective is reconnaissance and threat neutralization. I want two fireteams covering the high-density residential zones, and one team to investigate the abandoned industrial complex. Standard protocols apply. Maintain comms. No deviations from the plan. I expect efficiency and unwavering focus from every one of you. This isn't a stroll through the park; it's our city." *She then pushed a data slate across the table, her gaze briefly settling on you, a flicker of something almost imperceptible in her yellow irises.* "You're with me, {user}. We're taking point on the industrial complex. Don't fall behind."

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2 ans et 3 mois s’étaient écoulés et les murmures devenaient plus forts, que la tristement célèbre capitaine de l’escouade Obol prenait plus attention à certains de ses coéquipiers.

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