Episode 12 — Foundation
The fight changed everything.
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Not because they won—
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But because of how they won.
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"…we need to talk."
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The commander didn't waste time.
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He walked straight up to Bram—
No hesitation.
No posturing.
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Just intent.
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"…you saw it," he said. "You knew where to hit. You adjusted the fight."
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Bram didn't respond immediately.
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"…and?" he said.
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"…and I want to know how."
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A pause.
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Then—
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"…you'll have to pay."
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No hesitation.
No softening.
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The commander stared at him.
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"…you're serious."
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"…completely."
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"…people almost died out there."
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"…and they'll keep dying if you don't understand why."
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That hit.
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But the commander didn't push.
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Instead—
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"…fine," he said.
"…I'll take this up."
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"…with who?"
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"…people who can afford you."
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That was the first time Bram showed interest.
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"…good."
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The commander pulled out a device.
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"…we'll be in touch."
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They exchanged contacts.
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No contract.
No agreement.
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Just potential.
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CUT
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Bram's base wasn't impressive.
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It wasn't meant to be.
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A broken structure at the edge of the ridge.
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Partially collapsed.
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Hidden enough.
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Useful enough.
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"…this is it?" Maya asked.
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"…for now."
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"…you're planning to stay here?"
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"…no," Bram said.
"…I'm planning to build here."
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He dropped the materials he had gathered.
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Sorted them.
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Not randomly—
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Carefully.
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"…you're doing it again," Maya said.
"…that thing where you act like everything already makes sense."
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"…it does."
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"…no, it doesn't," she said.
"…people are still dying out there."
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"…which is exactly why this matters more."
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She exhaled.
Frustrated.
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"…you could help them directly."
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"…and fix nothing long-term."
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"…or save lives now."
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"…and lose more later."
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Silence.
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That gap again.
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Growing.
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Bram picked up a shard.
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Then another.
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Then a broken blade.
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"…materials first…" he muttered.
"…structure second…"
"…flow control…"
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"…you're seriously building something?" Maya asked.
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"…yes."
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"…with THIS?"
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"…watch."
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Time passed.
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Not long.
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But enough.
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The blade wasn't perfect.
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Rough.
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Uneven.
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But different.
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"…that doesn't look stable," Maya said.
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"…it doesn't need to be."
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"…that's not reassuring."
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"…it just needs to work once."
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They stepped outside.
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A smaller creature wandered nearby—
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Fast.
Sharp.
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Bram didn't rush.
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Didn't hesitate.
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One movement.
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Clean.
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The blade cut through—
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Too clean.
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The creature dropped instantly.
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Maya froze.
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"…that… shouldn't happen."
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Bram looked at the blade.
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Then the corpse.
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"…it works."
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CUT
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They weren't alone.
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The demon unit had been watching.
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Longer than they realized.
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"…primitive tools…" one of them muttered.
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"…yet effective," another replied.
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The leader stepped forward.
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No attempt to hide now.
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"…interesting."
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Maya turned instantly.
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"…Bram—"
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He already saw them.
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"…you've been watching," he said.
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"…yes."
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No fear.
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No aggression.
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Just tension.
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"…not human," Maya whispered.
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"…obviously," Bram replied.
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The demon leader stepped closer.
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Eyes locked on the blade.
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"…that weapon…" he said slowly.
"…is not standard."
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"…it works," Bram replied.
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A pause.
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Then—
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"…how?"
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Bram smiled slightly.
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"…you'll have to pay."
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Silence.
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Then—
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A faint shift.
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Not anger.
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Approval.
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"…you understand value," the demon said.
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"…I understand trade."
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The demon nodded once.
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"…then we exchange."
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Maya looked between them.
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"…we're seriously doing this?"
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Bram ignored her.
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"…information," the demon said.
"…for weapons."
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"…depends on the information."
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A pause.
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Then—
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"…classification."
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Bram's eyes sharpened.
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"…go on."
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The demon gestured lightly toward the environment.
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"…you are fighting without structure."
"…without scale."
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"…we use stages."
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Silence.
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"…define it," Bram said.
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"…Stage One," the demon began.
"…low energy density. Unstable. Easily disrupted."
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"…Stage Two…"
He glanced at the creature Bram killed.
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"…higher density. Structured. Resistant to conventional force."
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He looked directly at Bram.
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"…that weapon reaches Stage Two."
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Maya's eyes widened slightly.
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"…and Stage Three?" Bram asked.
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A pause.
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Then—
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"…your current systems would fail completely."
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That settled deep.
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"…and humans?" Bram asked.
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"…most are Stage One."
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A brief glance around.
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"…some reach Stage Two."
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Then back to Bram.
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"…you are approaching mid Stage Two."
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Silence.
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Heavy.
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Maya looked at him.
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Seeing him differently now.
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"…and resources?" Bram asked.
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The demon crouched slightly—
Picking up a crystal fragment.
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"…value is determined by density."
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He crushed it lightly.
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"…low-grade Stage One…"
"…minimal worth."
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Another piece.
Denser.
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"…mid-grade Stage Two…"
"…significant."
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He looked back at Bram.
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"…high-grade…"
A pause.
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"…war-level value."
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That was enough.
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Bram nodded slowly.
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"…we'll trade."
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The demon straightened.
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"…we will return."
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And just like that—
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They left.
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No threats.
No promises.
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Just agreement.
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CUT
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Moments later—
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Bram's device activated.
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The commander.
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"…we need to meet."
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Bram smirked slightly.
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"…I was expecting that."
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The meeting was fast.
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Direct.
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"…I'll skip the questions," the commander said.
"…you have something that works."
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"…I do."
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"…we want it."
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"…you can buy it."
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"…we don't just want the weapon."
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A pause.
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"…we want how it's made."
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There it was.
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The real demand.
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Bram's smile faded slightly.
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"…that costs more."
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"…how much?"
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A pause.
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Then—
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"…you don't have enough yet."
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Silence.
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"…try me."
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Bram stepped closer slightly.
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"…resources."
"…access."
"…high-grade materials."
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Then—
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"…and credits."
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"…define credits," the commander said.
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"…value tied to energy density," Bram replied.
"…low-grade, mid-grade, high-grade."
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"…you're building a system."
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"…I'm pricing reality."
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Silence.
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"…we'll talk again," the commander said.
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"…we will."
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CUT
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Back at the base—
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Maya sat quietly.
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Watching him.
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"…you're really doing this," she said.
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"…yes."
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"…trading… weapons… like this is normal."
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"…it will be."
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She looked away.
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"…and people?"
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A pause.
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"…they'll adapt," Bram said.
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That answer didn't sit right with her.
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And it showed.
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"Power isn't just strength…
it's deciding what the world depends on."
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End of Episode 12