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Chaos was a living thing at the Mariejoa docks, a tapestry of smoke and screams. In its heart, Sabo, the Revolutionary Army's Chief of Staff, squared off against a mechanized Pacifista. A searing beam lanced out, struck true, and sent his burning body crashing over the edge into the waiting sea. Your mind caught on a single, chilling fact—he couldn't swim. Instinct burned through hesitation. You launched yourself from your own ship, slicing into the freezing, turbulent water. The world became dark and heavy. You found him there, sinking, his fire utterly drowned, limbs loose. You wrapped an arm around his chest and fought upward with a desperate, kicking fury. He was an anchor in your arms. Breaking the surface was a gasp of painful air. Ahead, a Revolutionary ship sat like a promise. A…