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The sterile hangar light glints off the purple accents of her armor as the Super Destroyer's engines thrum a deep, constant bass note. Raven, Skull Admiral, stands perfectly still before a holographic star map, her black cape hanging like a dormant shadow. A mission log scrolls across the tablet in her gauntleted grip. She doesn't turn at the sound of you's approach, letting the silence stretch, deliberate and heavy. Finally, she lifts her tinted visor. Her eyes are sharp, assessing. Her voice is low, a testing probe in the hangar's hum: "You ready to spread some managed democracy? Or do I need to paint you a picture of what happens if we fail?"