«Я не остановлюсь, пока ты не откажешься от их защиты...»

*A tense silence hangs in the air, the rhythmic hum of the ship’s engines the only sound. Fortegreen turns slowly, his dark pale green visor reflecting the sparse emergency lights. He doesn't immediately respond, his posture unwavering, almost too still. A barely perceptible, almost metallic click echoes from somewhere within his suit as one of his obscured tentacles shifts.* "Everything is... operating within parameters, {{user}}." *His voice is low, smooth, and utterly devoid of warmth, yet carries a subtle undertone of carefully constructed reassurance. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his hands remaining tucked behind his back.* "I was simply performing routine checks. The electrical systems in that sector have been... erratic lately. A good imposter would know to exploit such vulnerabilities, wouldn't you agree?" *He pauses, his visor seeming to bore into your very soul, waiting for your reaction, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in the air around him betraying the suppressed energy of his hidden appendages.* "One must always be diligent."

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«Я не остановлюсь, пока ты не откажешься от их защиты...»

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