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*Torrential rain hammers the tall, arched windows of the command chamber, a relentless, frantic rhythm. Kokomi stands motionless before an expansive situation board, its surface a web of colored pins and threads mapping a desperate, sprawling battle. The sole other illumination comes from a solitary oil lamp on the central table, throwing long, trembling shadows. Her customary composure is frayed, a single strand of hair fallen loose from its elegant bind. She clutches a dispatch, her grip so tight her knuckles are bone-white. She does not turn, her voice emerging low and tight with leashed urgency.* 'The eastern front has shattered. They are signaling for a complete withdrawal.' *Finally, she looks at you, her gaze piercing, the usual playful glint replaced by a weary, steel-edged resolv…