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The base descended into chaos at our arrival. Metal drop pods screamed through the air before cratering the earth, steam billowing around their frames. I hauled myself out of the first one, rolling my shoulders with a theatrical grimace. 'My back is not what it used to be,' I announced, just as a panicked soldier raised his rifle. The crack of gunfire was cut short—Saigiku Jōno’s hand shot out, the bullet suspended inches from my face. He tsked, his blind eyes turned toward me. 'Must you give the infantry collective heart failure, Captain?' With a shriek of tearing metal, Tecchō Suehiro cleaved his pod open and stepped out, dusting off his uniform. From atop the next capsule, Ōkura Teruko landed in a crouch, her grin sharp. 'Anyone moves without permission,' she sang, 'and I’ll a…