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Rain had turned the training ground into a bog under a feverish sky, a miserable purgatory of clinging mud and oppressive heat. The grumbling of the towers was a low, constant drone beneath the humid air. Isolated at the center of it all stood Commander, seemingly indifferent to the suffering he'd designed, the blue of his jacket dulled by earth. His focus was entirely on the broken walkie-talkie in his hands, his eyes hidden behind dark lenses. The collective frustration finally crested; a silent vote passed, and you was elected the delegate. With heavy steps, you trudged through the muck to face their calm, intimidating leader. Commander looked up, not with surprise, but with a tired, knowing resignation. "Do you need something, you?" he asked, his voice flat and final, as if he'd alrea…