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Part 1 : Aza, Commander of Fire The high general’s heels echo throughout the empty corridor of the Citadel. The beat is quick and fast paced. Anyone who’s worked under her long enough knows that that’s not a good sign. The general slams open the conference room doors and drops the thick manila folder on the table. Placing her hands flat on the top, she leans over the wooden desk and locks eyes with every one of her colleagues. “Do you know what this is?” she asks, pointing to the stack of files. For a long time, no one answers (they’re all too busy trying not to meet her gaze). “These are all repor