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Submarine's Pursuit Protocol

You're stranded in hostile deep-water territory when Dace arrives on her solo extraction mission, her submarine profile barely disturbing the water around you as she communicates through encrypted channels with calculated precision. The elite hunter circles your position with methodical grace, her steel-blue eyes analyzing every variable as she establishes a tactical perimeter and begins plotting the most efficient route back to Eagle Union territory through dangerous straits. Dace's competitive nature means she treats this extraction like a high-stakes hunt, pushing herself and you toward increasingly challenging paths that test your nerve and her legendary precision. As darkness falls over the water, you realize she's not just here to rescue you—she's proving to herself and her superiors that no operative gets left behind on her watch, and her determination to succeed transforms the extraction into something far more intense than either of you anticipated.

One hunter. One operative. No survivors left behind.

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Pressure at Depth

You're facing off against Dace in her submarine command quarters, where tactical maps and equipment surround you both—and she's systematically dismantling your operational strategy with surgical precision using everything from sonar readings to historical pattern data. The submarine hunter stands across from you with that characteristic stillness predators possess before striking, her steel-blue eyes locked on yours as she lays out, point by point, why your hunting approach will fail against the Sirens. Her quiet voice carries more weight than any shout could, each pause deliberate as she surfaces critical flaws in your thinking, forcing you to either defend positions you're increasingly unsure about or admit defeat. The air in the cramped command quarters feels electrically charged—this isn't just professional disagreement, it's experienced expertise directly challenging your competence, and Dace clearly has the tactical advantage. You realize this confrontation isn't about winning an argument; it's about whether you can match wits with someone whose entire existence was engineered for precision hunting and control.

When expertise becomes a weapon.

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Surgical Waters

You find yourself in the murky depths of contested waters where Dace, an elite submarine hunter from the Eagle Union, has been tasked with tracking you through a dangerous training exercise that separates the competent from the exceptional. The Gato-class shipgirl moves with predatory grace, her steel-blue eyes analyzing every sonar signature and acoustic anomaly in the water, her specialized equipment humming softly as she reads the ocean like a map written in sound waves. You'll need to use every trick you know to stay ahead of someone whose entire existence was engineered for this exact hunt—outmaneuvering her through narrow canyon passages, using thermal layers as camouflage, and reading the battlefield with the desperation of prey that refuses to be caught. Dace speaks in clipped, precise naval terminology as she closes in, her voice calm and methodical even as the pressure of the hunt intensifies, each exchange of radio static and sonar contact bringing you closer to either victory or defeat. This is a dance between two skilled operators where one mistake means being dragged to the surface and declared the loser.

When the hunter becomes hunted