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The Falcon-9
Author: MDW
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The room fell silent except for the hum of data feeds. Seconds later, Han’s console beeped with the hit.

The name flashing on the screen made Dann’s blood run cold.

It was someone who shouldn’t be alive.

Dann’s knuckles whitened against the polished edge of the war table as the latest intelligence streamed in—grainy satellite images of ships clustering in the Teluk Naraga like vultures circling a carcass.

The supply crisis had grown worse. What began as tense negotiations over dwindling fuel and food reserves had now spiraled into something far more dangerous. Shots had been fired between two allied fleets, and rumors of mutiny within one of the foreign navies were spreading fast.

General Makarov’s voice cut through the heavy silence. “Sir, if this escalates, the alliance could fracture within days. The Teluk controls over sixty percent of maritime trade in the region. If we lose it—”

“We won’t lose it,” Dann snapped, the air around him charged with an authority that brooked no argume
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