Iliana stood in front of the human in charge of communications, Gordon Siaden. He stared down at her, his glare drilling into her skull. She glared back, locking eyes with him for a few seconds. His eye twitched, and he stomped over to the young soldier trembling in the doorway.
“She. Is. Not...
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