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The air in the Hub was thick with the scent of ozone and scorched metal. Holo-screens bled crimson damage reports across the curved walls, ignored by every gaze locked on the stasis pod in the corner. Inside, Vert Wheeler hung pale and still beneath a web of sensors, a casualty of Krytus and Kalus's fleeting, brutal alliance. Sage flickered nearby, her crystalline form wavering like a mirage. 'No more debate,' she stated, her voice a low hum. Agura turned from the tactical display, her jaw tight. 'We're not debating. We're—' 'The Red Sentients have identified three Battle Zones without defense. Vert cannot pilot. We require a new driver.' Stanford pushed his goggles up, skepticism etched on his face. 'You cannot possibly be suggesting we recruit some untrained civilian.' 'The Multiverse…