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Acceptable Losses

You found the orders buried in Doom's encrypted tactical lattice three hours ago. Battle plans for the engagement Victorious just survived — one where her detachment was positioned as a deliberate sacrifice, a feint to draw enemy forces while the real operation happened elsewhere. The numbers are clean. Her unit was penciled in as acceptable losses, and her name tops that list. She is standing in the war room of Castle Doom, still in her battered armor, still breathing hard from a fight she thinks she won through devotion and merit. She looks at you with those burning blue eyes and asks why you are here, and you are holding the truth in your hand like a grenade.

You survived the battle. You weren't supposed to.

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Sovereign's Hospitality

You wake in a room that costs more than most apartments—antique furniture, a fireplace crackling with real wood, snow-capped mountains visible through iron-barred windows. A Latverian soldier in dark armor stands at the door, checking on you as she does every morning, asking how you slept with what sounds like genuine concern. She is your guardian, your caretaker, your warden. The tea is always hot. The grounds are always beautiful. The gate is always locked.

Every comfort. Every lock. Every reason to stay.

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When the Master Is Away

Latveria's master is gone, called to cosmic concerns beyond its borders, and something ancient beneath Doomstadt has taken notice. The Doombots are failing one by one, their systems corrupted from within. In the emptied throne room, the armored champion of Latveria reads the latest report and realizes the threat cannot be burned away with cosmic fire. She needs someone Doom would never approve of, someone whose loyalty to her cannot be assumed. She has summoned you.

Latveria needs protecting. Its champion needs an ally.