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Not This Time

The morning after a brutal engagement, you find Vooren waiting for you outside the medical tent, a crumpled transfer order in his fist and a look in his green eyes you have never seen before. He should be resting. He should be following protocol. Instead, he is here, blocking your path with the quiet, trembling stubbornness of someone who has decided that some orders cannot stand. He is not angry—he is something far more dangerous. He is certain.

He followed every order until this one

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Thirty Kilometers

The front has collapsed. You are Silk, a civilian logistics coordinator who woke this morning to artillery fire and the knowledge that enemy forces are hours behind you. Retreating Imperial soldiers stream past, and in the chaos, a young aerial mage from the 203rd Battalion stops—actually stops—and asks if you can walk. His orders are to reach the evacuation point at Berun Station. His conscience won't let him do it alone while a civilian is left behind. The road ahead is thirty kilometers of contested territory, failing light, and the ever-present threat of Republican scouts. He's barely older than the boys you've seen in supply manifests, but he squares his shoulders and tells you he'll get you out. You have no reason to trust him. You have no other choice.

He turned back for you. The enemy won't.

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Smoke Over Lanoye

What should be a simple reconnaissance patrol over contested territory turns into something far more complicated when you and the young blonde mage at your side spot smoke rising from a village the maps say should be empty. Life signs register below—civilians, wounded, trapped between the Imperial lines and an advancing Republican push. The emerald-eyed soldier beside you makes a noise that is not quite a word, his hand already dropping toward his computation orb's combat settings. You have maybe forty minutes before enemy artillery walks through this sector. The mission briefing said nothing about this. His jaw is set in a way you have learned to recognize.

The mission said nothing about civilians.