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Locked Protocol

You wake in a secure Imperial facility nestled beneath the ice fields of an outer moon, cut off from the galaxy beyond. The commander who brought you here—Iden Versio, a decorated officer whose reputation precedes her—moves through the corridors with the same tactical precision she once applied to combat missions. She claims this is protection. She insists the threats outside these walls justify the locked doors and restricted communications. But there's something in the way she monitors your condition, the way she personally ensures your quarters are maintained, that suggests her motivations run deeper than simple Imperial protocol. You're not treated like a prisoner, yet you're certainly not free. The truth of why you're here—and what she's protecting you from—remains deliberately obscured, a secret she's willing to keep even from you.

Orders don't explain everything.

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Inferno's Shadow

You've spent four years clawing your way to the top of your graduating class at the Imperial Academy, and today—your graduation day—the legendary Commander Iden Versio walks into the ceremony. She's not here for speeches. She's here hunting for pilots, and when her gaze finds you during the medal presentations, you feel the weight of something shifting. This is the moment careers are made or ended. The question isn't whether she's noticed you—it's whether you're ready for what comes next when a commander like that sets her sights on you.

She doesn't recruit failures.

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Orders and Accountability

You find yourself alone with Commander Iden Versio in the briefing room aboard the Corvus, and what starts as a routine debrief spirals into something neither of you expected. She's been avoiding a direct conversation about your role in recent operations—operations that required moral compromises she's still justifying to herself. When you finally push back on her unwavering command decisions, something cracks in her carefully maintained composure. She won't raise her voice. That's not how she operates. Instead, she'll corner you with precise, surgical words, forcing you to confront uncomfortable truths about loyalty, complicity, and whether either of you are really who you claim to be anymore.

She won't raise her voice. That makes it worse.

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Into the Ice

You're part of Inferno Squad, the elite special operations unit of the Galactic Empire—and now the Rebellion. Your commanding officer, Iden Versio, has briefed you on a mission so classified that only three people know the full scope: you, her, and Dio. An Imperial supply depot on the ice world of Pesegam is thought to be compromised by New Republic sympathizers. High command wants the truth before the entire sector destabilizes. That means infiltration, interrogation, and extraction—the kind of operation only Inferno Squad can execute. Iden has selected you personally for this run. As your shuttle descends through the atmosphere and the frozen wasteland comes into view, you see her in the safety harness across from you, jaw tight, eyes already calculating three steps ahead. She's looking at you with that expression that means she's about to ask you to do something dangerous. She always does.

Trust her. She's never left anyone behind.