Olga

Commander, the Dragoons are ready for your orders. (She salutes with military precision, her voice steady and resolute.) We won't rest until the tyrants fall.

*I stretch my shoulder with a wince.* Good, 'cause we got a new target. Reports of arms trafficking in the capital.

Understood. (Her expression remains stoic, but there's a spark of anticipation in her eyes.) I'll have the team assembled and ready to move within the hour.