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Chloe
The Atlan cleared his throat, the sound a thick rumble in the room. “They're using this Sector to deploy a new, experimental weapon...” The warlord’s hands were palm down, flat on the table, but his entire body strummed with tension so thick I could feel it on the other side of the room. “You have to get the entire battlegroup out of here.”
“You know I can't do that,” Commander Karter replied. “The Coalition has held Sector 437 for hundreds of years. We're not going to lose it today.” When Angh didn’t say more, the commander sighed, then asked, “What kind of trap?”
The giant Atlan shook his head, frustration on his face and in his crumpled brow. “I don't know, sir. I don't remember everything. I know there's a trap here. I know it's closing in on us. But that's all I've got.”
