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The Seventh Legion The command deck of the UNS Indomitable was the size of a football field and smelled of ozone and cold coffee. Commander Marcus Hale stood at the center of the tactical table, his mechanical right leg making a faint metallic click with every shift of weight. He had lost the flesh leg at the Battle of Cygnus, three years into the war. The military prosthetic was the latest...
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