Hans retreated from the command room, not allowing anyone to see him but his trusted soldiers.
Training would take some time, and time was what he and his troops needed to transform this military outpost into a forward base.
Patrol shifts had long been assigned to the squads; it did not require Hans's participation at all.
Matilda was efficient in her job, and so was the rest of the units—particularly the Engineers.
Debris scattered haphazardly below the destroyed watchtowers.
Two Engineers approached its base: their work boots stepping over the fractured concrete fragment.
Their AR visors flickered; a faint grid overlaid the debris.
One Engineer opened their large yellow case and deployed the nanofiber repair toolkit.
A soft mechanical hum filled the air during its activation. From the compact device, silver filaments streamed outward—threading through the fractured concrete and bent rebar alike.
The broken structure began to realign.
