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In Sector 11's General Board Room, the atmosphere seemed heavy due to the tension.

A woman with her silver hair cascading like a waterfall of steel, sat behind a massive oak desk. Her eyes, sharp and cold, bore into the four commanders seated before her.

Mac, Cameron, Irina, and the newest addition, Jarek, bowed their heads under her gaze.

Each was acutely aware of the gravity of the situation.

Mac's usual bravado was absent, replaced by an uneasy fidgeting of his fingers. Cameron shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting to avoid General Liara's penetrating stare. Irina, often the most composed, had a strained expression that betrayed her inner turmoil.

Jarek, the newest to the team, looked particularly unworried but inside he was cursing around.

'Why the hell am I standing here when I was not even present? I tagged along with you , General?'

'Also what the hell happened for her to be so angry as soon as she returned?