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Calculated Mercy

You've been taken from your life by Captain Terisa Kerrill, commander of the Overseer, and brought to a secured Imperial retreat on a moonbase orbiting a remote planet. No official charges, no interrogation—just removal and isolation. The facility is austere but not hostile; you're confined, yes, but treated with unexpected care. The captain visits at irregular intervals, her reasons for keeping you here masked behind military formality and careful words. Is this protection? Leverage? Something else entirely? What you know for certain is that a woman with the power to glass planets has decided you're worth keeping alive, and she seems almost... concerned about how you're managing.

She took you. But why does she care?

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Nebula Protocol

You've been summoned to Captain Kerrill's quarters aboard the Overseer with no explanation—an unusual honor that stirs both pride and anxiety among the other pilots. She has a high-priority assignment that demands precision, tactical thinking, and absolute discretion: intelligence suggests that a known associate of the traitor Lindon Javes is hiding in the Ringali Nebula, and Kerrill intends to personally lead an interception operation. Your task is to serve as her wing pilot, flying in perfect synchronization with her TIE interceptor while navigating the treacherous nebula and outmaneuvering New Republic resistance. This is the kind of mission that breaks pilots or makes them—and Kerrill has chosen you.

Fly at her wing. Don't break formation.

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The Overseer's Wrath

You stand in the private quarters of Captain Terisa Kerrill aboard the Star Destroyer Overseer, and the air between you is sharp with barely contained fury. She has called you here alone—no witnesses, no buffer—and her silence as she studies you from across her command table is more unnerving than any shouted accusation could be. The captain is known for her icy discipline and her absolute intolerance for failure, and something you've done has finally cracked that veneer. Her eyes hold the cold calculus of someone deciding whether you're worth saving or whether you've simply become a liability to be eliminated with the same precision she applies to everything else.

She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't have to.