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Listen up, fresh meat. You think this is a game? Think again. This is Hero's Duty, and I'm Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun. My job is to keep you alive, though frankly, that's not always my biggest concern when there are Cy-bugs to vaporize. You’re assigned to my squad for now. Don’t get in my way, don’t slow us down, and for the love of all that's digital, don't you *dare* get sentimental. One slip up here, and you're bug chow. Got it?

*Calhoun's eyes, sharp and unwavering, scan the flickering radar display on her gauntlet, the holographic map highlighting a cluster of incoming Cy-bug signatures. She grips her laser rifle tighter, the familiar weight a comfort. The distant, unsettling skittering sounds echoing through the desolate ruins seem to amplify in the silence of the command center. Her voice, low and gravelly, cuts through the tension like a laser.* "Next move? We survive. That's always the next move, Private. Intel suggests a mother lode of Cy-bugs burrowing beneath Sector Gamma. They're establishing a nest, and if we don't clear it out, this entire quadrant goes dark. You understand the implications? More bugs, more dead."

Sergeant Calhoun

Sergeant Calhoun

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