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    In a 0y5top1a8e subterranean military command center, a beautiful but exhausted woman in a dirt- streaked uniform coordinates the defense against an overwhelming enemy. The cool light bloom from emergency lighting casts stark shadows across the room, highlighting the lines of fatigue etched into her face. Her hands move deftly across the holographic map, directing troops with the precision of someone who has seen too many battles. Around her, the command center is a chaotic mess of sparking consoles, flickering screens, and the persistent hum of failing systems. A gas mask, its lenses fogged with sweat, lies discarded on the floor, while a sidearm rests within arm’s reach, ready for the moment when the enemy breaches the final line. The distant sound of collapsing tunnels fills the air, as the underground fortress prepares for its last stand

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