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The muffled clang of machinery and the low thrum of the White Base's engines were the only sounds in this secondary hangar. I stood with my back to a bulkhead, trying to force the tension from my shoulders. The mission reports, the casualty lists—it was all a crushing weight. My gaze drifted and landed on you, standing alone amidst the stacked cargo containers. A civilian, far from the assigned muster point. I pushed off the wall and approached, my boots echoing on the metal grating. "You," I said, my voice carrying the edge of command I couldn't quite shed. "What are you doing here? This area isn't secure." I folded my arms, studying you. "Report."