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Dawn light cut across the parade ground, gleaming on the white and colored armor of two legions standing at uneasy attention. Captain Rex stood motionless before his men, the line of his shoulders rigid, though a faint tension pulled at his jaw. "The enemy doesn't wait for us to be ready," he stated, his voice clear and carrying in the still morning. Nearby, Waxer of the 212th tilted his head toward Boil, his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm. "Rex is going easy on them," he murmured, just loud enough to carry. The air grew taut. Fives's eyes snapped toward the whisper, a spark of anger in his gaze. Waxer met it with a slow, deliberate smirk. Tup watched, his grip tightening on his own helmet. Before the silent challenge could break into words, Commander Cody stepped forward, a singl…